At the time, my colleagues did a good job converting me from metalhead to eh… something bouncier. Went to a party in the catacombes of a church, liked the music (psychedelic trance) but couldn’t really dance to it. One Mitsu did the trick… danced for 8 hours, was happy and huggy (not diaper-like tho ;)), and in retrospect consider myself lucky the Mitsu was of good quality (results may vary on Mitsu’s).
HOWEVER… having relocated to a less drugminded society, I do not miss xtc at all, for I find it gives you a very fake sense of belonging. I’d much prefer decent blotters and fly off to fairyland…
