Emmeran wrote:

I'm pimping the chocolate these days

Keep in mind there has been no adverse effects and these products have been on the market in Europe for over two years now.

Well, now I feel much better. It's a Libertarian slam dunk.

Emmeran wrote:

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Emmeran wrote:

I'm pimping the chocolate these days

Keep in mind there has been no adverse effects and these products have been on the market in Europe for over two years now.

Well, now I feel much better. It's a Libertarian slam dunk.

In then end it's just a great gag gift.

I'm with you on that, Em...

Smudge wrote:

George, it occurs to me that the coke you did was probably cut so much as to be effectively garbage. A high that's just below threshold is actually irritating (and you pass through that stage as you come down, which is when you get the intense craving to hit another line and start up again -- half high on coke is uncomfortable).

But cocaine is a first order euphoric, and I'm not sure anybody is really immune. I think everybody likes coke, if they sample the good stuff. The first line I ever snorted addicted me. I knew I liked it so well, that it had the power to turn me into an animal.

So I've done almost no coke in my life (I could count the number of times on both hands and both feet, and still have enough fingers free to hold a rolled up $20 bill) because the stuff scares the shit out of me.

It all seems to depend on body chemistry.  I could sleep a few hours after taking prescription amphetamines and coke did nothing for me when everybody else was practically anesthetized.  I used speed so I could stay up all night drinking, but my drug of choice was always pot.

Baywolfe wrote:

It all seems to depend on body chemistry.  I could sleep a few hours after taking prescription amphetamines and coke did nothing for me when everybody else was practically anesthetized.  I used speed so I could stay up all night drinking, but my drug of choice was always pot.

I think you're right. I drank coca tea as kid and sampled high grade marching powder as an adolescent, while one of my kin stateside was cooking biker meth. I didn't care for any of it. Weed worked for me, and still does. Tobacco hooked me before I knew better. And drink turns me blotto so fast, I rarely go near it. Ask Johnny Rotten real nice, he might tell you about Choad and the flower pot.

George Orr wrote:

Way back in college, in the previous century, I snorted coke once.  I was not impressed.
A little later, still in college, I snorted some speed.
I truly thought I was going to die, or expel my own sinuses or possibly my eyeballs.
I will never willingly snort anything up my nostrils again as long as I live.

I love blow. Love it. The only thing I don't care for is how tramped down it is anymore and you have to keep chasing it all night.

I didn't realize how shitty it was getting until I went to Puerto Rico a few months ago and scored a bit from a waitress. She brought me a "teener" and I thanked her but told her that I would be needing quite a bit more. She told me it wasn't a problem but this wasn't "shit from the states" so I should try it first. It was awesome. I called her for more anyway and then I shared it with her and banged her.

Good times.

Baywolfe wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

[I love blow. Love it. The only thing I don't care for is how tramped down it is anymore and you have to keep chasing it all night.

I didn't realize how shitty it was getting until I went to Puerto Rico a few months ago and scored a bit from a waitress. She brought me a "teener" and I thanked her but told her that I would be needing quite a bit more. She told me it wasn't a problem but this wasn't "shit from the states" so I should try it first. It was awesome. I called her for more anyway and then I shared it with her and banged her.

Good times.

Do all your stories end like a badly written pulp novel or just the ones here?

Do I detect a touch of envy there, Baywolfe?

Ewwww...you guys play hardball!

Smudge wrote:

George, it occurs to me that the coke you did was probably cut so much as to be effectively garbage. A high that's just below threshold is actually irritating (and you pass through that stage as you come down, which is when you get the intense craving to hit another line and start up again -- half high on coke is uncomfortable).

But cocaine is a first order euphoric, and I'm not sure anybody is really immune. I think everybody likes coke, if they sample the good stuff. The first line I ever snorted addicted me. I knew I liked it so well, that it had the power to turn me into an animal.

So I've done almost no coke in my life (I could count the number of times on both hands and both feet, and still have enough fingers free to hold a rolled up $20 bill) because the stuff scares the shit out of me.

You may very well be right about the coke.  I never knew its provenance.
My little sister had a bad coke habit for a short while but she eventually ran out of money and saw sense.
At that age I looooooved stims.  I had to be really careful about taking speed; I didn't need to be told how bad it is for your body--the hangovers tell you that if you have a lick of sense.
I'd spend 24 hours speeding, then spend the next three days feeling like I had a bad case of flu.  Every once in a great while I'd treat myself to a weekend, then spend the entire following week feeling like I had a bad case of flu.
Stims are for the young, healthy and foolish only.  But occasionally I still miss those chills that'd run up and down my back, and that tightness, and that feeling of being ready for anything the universe could throw my way.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

All I ever wanted to do is smoke a joint and tell tall tales around a campfire. I'll show myself out.

Awright, tell us about the first time you took a psychotropic. Learn anything from it?

George Orr wrote:

My little sister had a bad coke habit for a short while but she eventually ran out of money

Is she hot?

Smudge wrote:

Baywolfe wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

[I love blow. Love it. The only thing I don't care for is how tramped down it is anymore and you have to keep chasing it all night.

I didn't realize how shitty it was getting until I went to Puerto Rico a few months ago and scored a bit from a waitress. She brought me a "teener" and I thanked her but told her that I would be needing quite a bit more. She told me it wasn't a problem but this wasn't "shit from the states" so I should try it first. It was awesome. I called her for more anyway and then I shared it with her and banged her.

Good times.

Do all your stories end like a badly written pulp novel or just the ones here?

Do I detect a touch of envy there, Baywolfe?

Nah, I was just getting bored.  The cat works better with a little provocation.  Besides, nobody would believe about 3/4 of my stories, I barely believe them.  And not just the ones that start with, "We got really drunk one night..." either.

Baywolfe wrote:

The cat works better with a little provocation.

awww, you get me.

choad wrote:

GooberMcNutly wrote:

All I ever wanted to do is smoke a joint and tell tall tales around a campfire. I'll show myself out.

Awright, tell us about the first time you took a psychotropic. Learn anything from it?

Man, this thread is great for reviving old college memories. 
I spent virtually a whole summer on some quite good LSD (the supply was given to us in return for a favor we did someone, which I cannot remember).  At first it was, of course, amazing, and it taught me a lot about perception which has been useful to me my entire life.
Then...my then-spouse summed it up pretty well by saying it was like going to the circus every night.  At first it's thrilling and there's so much to see and experience; and then you enjoy some of it the second and third time around--and then at some point you've seen and experienced everything the circus has to offer, y'know?
There have been two lifelong side effects: 
1)  From then to now, I see a tree and can't help visualizing the root system underneath.  A tree is not a trunk with branches and leaves at one end; a tree is a trunk with an incredibly intricate and beautiful webwork at each end.
2)  I own nothing plaid.  I do not allow Husband™ to purchase plaid shirts.  I will not have plaid in my house.  It's just too damn ugly.

Carnys

choad wrote:

Awright, tell us about the first time you took a psychotropic. Learn anything from it?

Sopers.  Did not need it as I was very satisfied with orange barrels and the like.
Hey choad.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N0IjBgyFoE

choad wrote:

orange barrel 4-way

The whole barrel was my cherry picker.  I admit that this set the bar kind of high.

I left home that day and never really went back.

That's the truth.

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George Orr wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

George Orr wrote:

My little sister had a bad coke habit for a short while but she eventually ran out of money

Is she hot?

She is hot as HELL but happily married, and nobody hits on her--if her husband doesn't break your jaw, she'll do it herself.

Don't misunderstand me. I am not looking for a relationship, I am happily married. I just want to do some blow together and bang her. Nice and neat. Be a lamb and pass along the message for me please?

Did acid once.

Was 14 years old working at an old folks home in Coeur d'Alene.

Luckily my Uncle picked me up from work that day, told my parents I was spending the night with him. 

He also threw me in the lake at some point and had to fish me out.

I cannot begin to describe everything wrong with that experience...   ...very old people and water - I remember that much clearly.

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choad wrote:

There's another dynamic at work here, too, and it's surfaced several times in disparate threads over the years; the beyond probability chance encounters and intersecting orbits of people most important to you. Creeped me out as a kid and still does here in...

Yup. Hard to know what to make of that stuff. I just sort of marvel and scratch my head. Life is just exactly what it seems to be. Except it isn't.

I am and always have been a bewildered mystic.

Aldous Huxley drifted through the last Doors of Perception tripping balls on 1963-11-22, the day JFK got popped. Back when LSD was fucking legal.

So it's maddening to see needle dick bazzillionairs gloat like this.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

If you do drugs in order to do more work, what do you take to forget about work?

It's not work if you're succeeding.