Back in my raver days, when this was still doable, one of my boys started driving to Mexico and buying K there and bringing it back in cheap water bottles to get by the border DEA.<p>One day he shows up at the club and says, &quot;hey, check out my car trunk&quot; and was like &quot;uhhh ok that&#x27;s kinda weird&quot; but I went out and presto, there was 4 one-liter water bottles full of ketamine.<p>Thats a shitload of K, considering a vial is 50ml and costs around $100.  So I started selling it for him, and man did it go fast.  Almost everyone loved it, including myself.  Oddly enough, even people who did too much the first time and had a really wack k-hole experience would try it again.<p>It was rather miraculous to me, and surely did some sort of transformative rearranging of my brain while I was dosing it. I think what I remember best was that it became my self-described &quot;drug of choice&quot;, which, honestly, was a pretty huge achievement in my life.<p>I liked it because it removed my desire to do other, much darker and destructive drugs somehow, and it wasn&#x27;t just a matter of typical substitution, but something much more fundamental, so studies like this are very unsurprising to me, and I really hope these researchers keep at it.