Some of us heeded our parents when they gave us the “drug talk”; some of us did not. Still others chose to laugh in the face of all that is holy, to disdain the powers of perception conferred on us by nature in mind-blowing (literally) feats of hedonism, to taunt the gods of this green earth with the challenge that no chemical could not be ingested, inhaled, or injected.
Since I could not possibly do justice to the genius (lunatic?) that this man is, I will let him relate the gist of his project for himself:
After experiencing drastic changes in my environment, I looked for other experiences that might profoundly affect my perception of the self. So I devised another experiment where everyday I took a different drug and drew myself under the influence. Within weeks I became lethargic and suffered mild brain damage. I am still conducting this experiment but over greater lapses of time. I only take drugs that are given to me.
As you might guess, the results walk a thin line between entertaining and terrifying… yet, even still, some of his drug-abusing compatriots might call Saunders a bit of an amateur. These are the truly insane: people for whom a good night continues beyond a few beers and a casual smoke sesh to the mind-altering effects of a bite by a black widow, whose venom purportedly induced a trip where one individual “felt like [he] was in a bubble, […] watched the trees grow really really tall and then shrink back to normal, and [said] a bunch of random shit” he no longer remembers. This is the community of Erowid.