I Tried the Psychedelic Anti-Addiction Drug
The author in the ibogaine clinic bed; the iboga plant. Photo: courtesy of author and Chor Boogie A needle connected to an IV drip pierces one of my veins, a band strapped around my left bicep monitors my heart rate, and a clip on my right index finger also tracks my pulse as I lie on a hospital bed in a sterile clinic at 9AM. It sounds like I’m about to undergo surgery. I have, in fact, swallowed nine capsules containing…