There are things I have experienced at psy-trance renegades that will haunt me forever. Desert trees radiating colors I can never replicate, mountains that reverberate invisible beastial roars, dirt naps I will never be clean of, Primal drumming that I still feel in my heart today. Much like the LSD which shocked me into the man I am today, Psy-Trance has bombarded my psyche with hallucinations I still see to this day. Perhaps I'm an example of "that one friend who never came down from their trip". If that is the case and I am in fact "perma-fried", I gladly accept this state of mind and the great appreciation I feel for all things.