If I took 500 mcg (oh for the Sandoz that used to come in through Stanford) now would I become Generation Alpha?
500. About as high as I ever went. Just remembering it scares the shit out of me. But it was probably different in the 80s. Your's probably cleaner.
Cleanliness counts. The first I tried was made in Switzerland at Sandoz Labs and imported by Stanford University for research purposes. It made its way through the Pranksters and the Acid Tests to the group of beatniks and proto-hippies who eventually became Haight-Ashbury.
Nobody really knew what doses to use but 500mcg was common. Needless to say it was very pure. After that it varied. The Grateful Dead's roadie/soundman Bear (Owsley Stanley) made a batch after the Sandoz stuff ran out and he mixed amphetamine with it to give a more "up" trip.It was fairly pure other than that. After that, I got what I could at varying purities and strengths.
Luckily we got a pretty good supply of Apperson/Pickard crystal acid in Toronto because one member of their organization (an ergot agent in Eastern Europe) lived in Toronto and while most of their product was shipped directly to Europe (for security reasons), employees were paid in product. The closest I got to it was to supply beverage-grade ethyl alcohol (unavailable in Ontario at the time) for them to turn the crystal into "liquid acid" for distribution. It was always of the purest grade.
In the 1980s my friends were making even-soak blotters on unmarked white blotting paper at an accurate 100mcg per 1/4" square. Because it was so pure many people didn't get much more "effect" than they did from a 30mcg hit of biker acid. Poorly manufactured or stored LSD deteriorates to strychnine which increases hallucinations and disorientation without adding any psychedelic effect. It also causes cramps.
The Apperson/Pickard people were motivated more by altruism than money. Unfortunately they finally got busted near a repurposed missile silo in Kansas early this century and the quality of available acid hasn't been the same since. Fortunately, all my friend was far enough away to not get busted but he did run off to the mountains of Mexico for a few years. Luckily my acid days were already long over.
Acid is a young persons game. After you get the message, hang up the phone.