67 and 68 were the peak for acid. I spent lots of time in SF then. One of my best friends was stationed at the Presidio, and had a crash pad at Haight and Masonic from 67 to 69.
The Nixon admin cracked down hard in the summer of 69, and acid became almost nonexistant on the street. Bout everything that was sold as acid for several years was meth plus some other nasty drug. The acid that was around had been cut down from the 100-150 mikes to about 20, but 20 was enough to do the job anyway. You just had to know your pills and give them a good sniff test because of all the crud that was out there.
From 67 to 70, four of my friends died of liver failure because they wouldn’t give up on the drugs. Another one got shot from selling too much bad stuff to the same guy and they found his body in the canyon beside Fish Ranch Road just above the tunnel. His cousin went swimming stoned at lake Anza a few weeks later and broke his neck from diving off an oak tree into the lake. He spent 30 years in a wheel chair being spoon fed before he died.
Lets go back!
It still sounds like you were not involved with acid .
Your acid tales don’t match reality, acid heads did not go from perhaps the greatest acid of the sixties (orange sunshine) to being fooled by a meth pill and in later years maybe purple haze meant anything but for a while it meant a particular batch of acid from the guy that dayglored mentioned.
Do you even remember the authentic pure, black mollies of the 60s, not the fake stuff of 1970 and later? People were doing speed straight from the drugstores, they knew speed and they knew LSD.
By the time I was 19 I had lost 24 friends, including some short lived best friends from shootings, overdoses, suicides, murders, accidents of course and various other acts of violence and abandon, sometimes when it was a half dozen in a couple of months the pacing got a little discouraging but it was the good old days wasn't it.