I have once, after I flew in a violent rage after taking some Piracetam and attacked my dad with an endless barrage of weak, flailing punches. My elbows are bad, so I kind of knew it wouldn’t cause damage, so that was one of my rationales. I also thought he was the “controller” of this reality in which I was trapped. Cops came and subdued me, then I was cuffed, and taken to the hospital for psych evaluation. In the evaluation room my hands and legs were cuffed, but I stayed stark still, as the synthetic drug had worn off by then. Also had a ridiculous inner dialogue going on.
Weird times, and one of my biggest regrets, hitting my dear pop.