I had many, many incredible (in the genuine sense of the word) times on acid. After the last time I took it (about ten years ago) it occurred to me that acid and I should probably part on good terms, and I've not even been vaguely tempted since.
A great drug, although obviously not without it's dangers.
NOT CRAP.

3 for the people who have had a bad time with it, and those poor bastards in the military who got royally fucked in the name of science.
*edit*
I just remembered a story I was told by a lecturer while I was studying sociobiology.
When scientists started serious investigations into the power of acid, they settled for a while on cats to test it on. Some bright spark suggested that they should try it out on an elephant, and so they did. They based the dosage on body (rather than brain) mass, and accordingly scaled up the dosage for the elephant.
When the acid kicked in, the elephant shat and then died.
I have added another

for the elephant.