Who gets high?

[jimnaseum]

I smoked pot and did acid in High School, late sixties, but I always did my homework and kept up appearances, I was pretty quiet and wanted to maintain a low profile, so smoking pot and being a square was a nice balance to not get labeled or ridiculed. By my early thirties, I had the townhouse way out in the 'burbs and my job, I'd drifted away from my tight circle of friends, it was get up, drive to work, go home. Then my big boss made a real mistake. He gave me a week off wothout pay because I had been over 5 minutes late 10 times over 6 months. That pissed me off. It was obvious he did it because I had long hair and didn't laugh at his jokes, he got another guy that was a non-Republican also. So I get mad AND get even! It started with snatching 20 bucks on Saturdays so I could go to Red Lobster for A NY Strip and schooner of draft beer for lunch. Then I had a scheme where I could embezzle about $100/day, which was pretty nice for the early eighties.
At this time Washington DC had a mayor named Marion Barry who was famous for smoking crack and fucking whores........
There was a string of ALL-NUDE strip clubs along 14th St. where you could walk to 10 bars. I'd been to lots of titty bars, but these places were pretty intense. For a hundred bucks, you could buy 6 beers and tip 65 dancers. Most of the bars had stages or little tables where the girl would writhe around 6 guys with her snatch 2 inches from your nose, or you could sit in the back in the cheap seats and watch it all from afar. I swear I saw Robert Novak there once.
Anyway, I'd tip the waitresses and dancers alot, so I got popular, it wasn't my money, so I was having a blast, I could save up some real money and paint the town red. I saw all kinds of shit, cat fights on stage, amateur 18 year old chicks from rubeville getting drunk and climbing on stage, bouncers THROWING guys out, and I do mean THROWING...bouncers throwing nekkid chicks out on the sidewalk, I fell in love, I got my eyes scratched out, I was after some dancers and some were after me.
After clubbing, 3AM, you could drive down 14th st and the traffic was bumper to bumper, completely illuminated, and whores jammed the sides of the streets. Girls came from all over cause the police were so lax, $20 for a blowjob, $40 for a half and half. One nite I got 6 blowjobs in my car. The trans-sexuals at that time were really rude and pushy, they'd jump in your car and literally try to steal your wallet brazenly. I liked the drug-chix as opposed to the g-string stilettos types. They wore salvation army type clothes, but with shirts unbuttoned and stuff. You could tell a whore just by the way she walked from 2 blocks away. It was like shopping. Flesh Supermarket. I met some crazy chicks. I sampled all the varieties I could, black, white, foreign, fat, pregnant, young, old. Drunk, I went into some places I would never go sober, weird shit.
I got gonnorhea once, a bad nasty strain, the morning of my Dad's funeral I woke up to find blood and puss in my underwear. My Dad's health had been declining this whole time, so this downward spiral of mine wasn't completely because I'm white trash, there were emotional things going on, like there always are.
It was later I got into narcotics with whores, they're more about drugs than sex. Lots of the girls from the clubs were out on the streets after they shut all the worst clubs down, so I'd pick up a white whore, we'd score dope and then hole up in some room somewhere. Big Fun

[sesame]

Fabulous! Amazing! Gripping story!
Thank you for telling us Niches and Glitches from your own life. You have been through some dazzling, eye-popping, mindboggling crazy... crazy time! You've been a Lucky bull, psychedelically speaking!
Aphrodisiacally experienced, you're a real Pro!

Lots of the girls from the clubs were out on the streets after they shut all the worst clubs down

Thats really bad! What a pity! Good things never last long!



Googly goo!
Wriggly woo

[sesame]

Marijuana or, Cannabis leaf surface under an electron microscope.

The long hairy cells contain mostly calcium carbonate crystals. The Glandular cells (Trichomes) are of two kinds: (capitate trichomes) the ones with stalks like tiny phalluses , & peltate trichomes (merged to the leaf surface). Trichomes secrete a resin containing tetrahydrocannabinol, which is the real juice that makes cannabis desirable (to those who prefer a Higher seat in the drama of life) :D

[jimnaseum]

What was once a pop culture phenomenon is now a science.
http://hightimes.com/
After writing that story, I see now my most interesting characters are also the most tragic. Hmmmm

[sirhardcore]

ok, here we go...

alcohol, weed, nicotine, caffeine, diazepam, oxazepam, clonazepam, bromazepam, alprazolam, clobozam, nitrazepam, temazepam, midazolam, lorazepam, zolpidem, heroin, atropine, morphine, codeine, dihydrocodeine, methadone, fentanyl, opium, oxycodone, gabapentin, lsd, ketamine, 2c-b, 2c-i, 2c-e, kava, amphetamine, methylamphetamine (powder and freebase), methylphenidate, mdma, mda, promethazine, nitrous, cocaine, ether, volatile solvents, betel, diphenhydramine, dimenhydrinate...

most addictive: diazepam
most intensely fucked-up/dangerous: zolpidem (only for a small % of the population however - this includes me - but it 'wins' the craziest award by so far it's not funny)
the one i desperately need to stop: alcohol (i have a big big problem with it)
most soul destroying/pointless: freebase meth
best fun: ketamine
the king: weed

[jimnaseum]

Hey Keith Richards!

CAROL

I met Carol walking to my car during the start of a snowstorm. I had been up two days with an eightball of blow, and was walking from a strip club that was just called "Go Go" I think, it was an all black club, practically. Carol was leaning against the wall of a McDonalds. When I get drunk I make really bad jokes, so I was blathering continually while we drove to the Desolation Row Apts. Where the heat pipes moan and groan and hiss nonstop. Carol liked Heroin. While we were lying in bed, she put the ashtray on her belly, and my cigarette fell off and almost start a brushfire down there. We were so stoned it took a while to realize it. I drove home and the snow storm turned into a blizzard and on my third day without sleep I found myself stranded in a parking lot near work, and luckily caught a ride home with a friend who had four wheel drive,

Date two I found her walking in the park near the strip clubs and we drove to her room accross the river. She was a tad dopesick,and of course I was drunk, so as we lay there at the beginning I started brushing her hair back from her face with my hand like you'd do a sick kid. Carol was Lebanese, she had a little ski-jump nose, but she could be quite beautiful at times. When we got into "doing it" Diane whipped the snappin gyro on me. For those that don't know, thats when the women milks your cock with her pussy muscles and she was quite the pro at it, I didn't know what was going on. Later I went into the bathroom for some quiet time and she came up behind me and squeezed a zit on my face while I was looking in the mirror. This could have been un-nerving, but the way she did it was very intimate or something, it put me off. We were standing back in the room after that about 4 feet apart just looking at each other. and the heat from her crotch was bathing my legs in heat, like standing next to an oil stove. This was surreal to me and she was just staring into my eyes. This was way too much for me, I drove her back to town in silence and let her off near the park.
I saw her a few more times and her heroin habit started getting the best of her, she got sores on her wonderful legs, and that really got to me. Then things started to get really twisted. One time we went through a McDonalds Drive-Thru and I poured an entire cup of scalding hot coffee on my crotch. She started mailing in the blowjobs, we'd both be watching Wheel of Fortune on TV while she was sucking my dick. As Sex became less desirable, we'd get high together. After doing Dilaudid, I wrecked my car. Another time we did some boy(heroin) and she kept saying I'd get more for my money with a needle so I said OK. I woke up later and didn't realize I had stopped breathing. She did CPR on me. I started to think our relationship was haunted, it turns out her Dad gave me a halfgallon of Jack Daniels for Christmas at work. Too weird. She killed me one more time, I had to drive her to my house once when she wouldn't wake up, and finally when I got Diane, my coke whore to score for me, at that exact time Carol got arrested for her second time. Selling Heroin She got 3 to 9 in jail, and they said she got fat. She still haunts me.




I used to have hundreds of photos of me with prostitutes, but in a moment of righteousness I threw them out.

[sesame]

That is so personal! The events, the emotions are all your own!
You went through a lot of fun and foggy clutter
I liked all of it. But sometimes, you were too brisk in your narration.
You were talking about Carol, and suddenly you flipped to Diane! I am a bit confused... who did snapping Gyro on you? Was it Carol or Diane?

Carol was Lebanese, she had a little ski-jump nose, but she could be quite beautiful at times. When we got into "doing it" Diane whipped the snappin gyro on me.

In the final chapter, Carol got a Jail cell and Diane got shot? Wow! Its quite nostalgic and very painful.

My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemies.

[sesame]

Originally Posted by sirhardcore

ok, here we go...

alcohol, weed, nicotine, caffeine, diazepam, oxazepam, clonazepam, bromazepam, alprazolam, clobozam, nitrazepam, temazepam, midazolam, lorazepam, zolpidem, heroin, atropine, morphine, codeine, dihydrocodeine, methadone, fentanyl, opium, oxycodone, gabapentin, lsd, ketamine, 2c-b, 2c-i, 2c-e, kava, amphetamine, methylamphetamine (powder and freebase), methylphenidate, mdma, mda, promethazine, nitrous, cocaine, ether, volatile solvents, betel, diphenhydramine, dimenhydrinate...

most addictive: diazepam
most intensely fucked-up/dangerous: zolpidem (only for a small % of the population however - this includes me - but it 'wins' the craziest award by so far it's not funny)
the one i desperately need to stop: alcohol (i have a big big problem with it)
most soul destroying/pointless: freebase meth
best fun: ketamine
the king: weed

Amazing Score! Have you tried the Guinness Book of World Records? You could compete with GRH here. Who has more experience, I wonder. Perhaps its GRH. She is ultimately wise, the Grand Mistress!

[sesame]

Originally Posted by Jim

Carol came from a good family, she had a competitive nature to outdo any other whore on the street...Carol had much more class than me...Her Dad owned a yacht!!!

Carol was unhappy in spite of her affluent background, but why? Why did she choose to become a hooker or a junkie? The Junkie bit I understand, though. She wanted instant satsfaction, by Getting High on the wings of Weedy Chemicals. Even some of the Celebrities do that. And in the 70s, it was the fashion, the new religion!

Did Carol manage to get out of Jail in one piece? Did Jailtime reform her? A veteran addict like her must be in tremendous pain without the *Juice!

Why did Diane make so many foes? Was it her temper? You mentioned so little about her. I guess you liked Carol more.

I used to have hundreds of photos of me with prostitutes, but in a moment of righteousness I threw them out.

What a pity! Diane was very pretty. I cant say the same thing about Carol though! In the photo, Carol looks like a white misty ghost!

[GRH]

Originally Posted by sesame

Amazing Score! Have you tried the Guinness Book of World Records? You could compete with GRH here. Who has more experience, I wonder. Perhaps its GRH. She is ultimately wise, the Grand Mistress!

Sirhardcore seems to have a LOT of experience with benzodiazepines, many of them which I've done. But here is where I'll differ...It seems Sirhardcore REALLY had good reactions to these, myself, I've always found them sort of boring. Zolpidem never did much for me, but alas, we are all different. For me, the Benzo class was mostly sedating if anything, it never led to anything profound. For that matter, my mother had hallucinations on codeine, whereas I only had the typical opiate response...We are all different on various chemicals. At any rate, I didn't list EVERY chemical that I've done, nor do I wish to, but this list has actually reminded me of some that I left out of my initial mental inventory. At any rate, I don't want to be any sort of competition for being the most hardcore junkie.