#26 2017-07-15 09:19:55

Smudge wrote:

The first time was the most important day of my life. Every single time after that was a waste of time, and sometimes an unnecessary danger.

That's why I loved pot.  Your get high mileage may vary depending on the quality of the weed, but it's always a welcome friend and is never boring.  I plan on revisiting my misspent early adulthood when I retire in about 6 years.  Brownies this time though.

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#27 2017-07-15 09:28:46

Baywolfe wrote:

The cat works better with a little provocation.

awww, you get me.

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#28 2017-07-15 19:24:22

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.

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#29 2017-07-15 19:33:12

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.

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#30 2017-07-15 20:09:31

I worked on a travelling  circus for a summer when I was 15 (I lied about my age -- I was already over 6 feet so I could pull it off). The first time I ever dropped acid I was actually at a circus.

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#31 2017-07-15 20:17:43

Carnys

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#32 2017-07-15 21:48:31

Johnny_Rotten wrote:

Carnys

Even nastier. There's no pretense of art with a carny. They're sort of a rolling con game.

The circus took care of me. It was a fascinating world. On the edge of criminal. But they took care of their own.

"Sure...come by in the morning and we'll settle up." Circus pulls out of town at 11:00 pm leaving no forwarding address. By six am we're 200 miles away in another tiny town, and I'm up already awake, putting up the tents and building the bleacher seats.

Everything is in cash. Got a problem? Pay a bribe.

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#33 2017-07-15 22:45:32

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

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#34 2017-07-16 00:17:40

MSG Tripps wrote:

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.

Hey back at you, Sarge.

Saturday, March 6, 1971 was my bicycle day, an orange barrel 4-way split between 3 friends. One did an agitated freakout, full blown, screaming, tearing off his clothes and running in circles naked. He's a top NOAA climate geek now. The other friend did a runner and became an RN. Still buzzed to the gills, I hurled a full throttle, technicolor rooster tail to clear my tangled wits, and got my friend out safely, just ahead of the cops. I left home that day and never really went back.

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#35 2017-07-16 01:00:30

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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#36 2017-07-16 05:04:26

I know what you mean about trees, Georgie.  It started with a green blotter out in the woods.  I fell in love, if only for the evening, with an oak and was quite convinced when hugging it that I could hear what was going on inside.  It sounded (or felt) like a stream flowing.  I climbed on top of a one story school building but began to lose coordination, or rather the ability to make decisions related to climbing back down.  I rolled off the roof and floated gently to the ground -- like landing in a cloud.   I have no idea how that happened.  The other highly memorable thing about that night is how I felt about the friends I was with at the time, like they/we were perfect somehow (truly delusional), forming a bond  that remains strong to this day.

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#37 2017-07-16 07:53:41

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?

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#38 2017-07-16 17:22:45

Fled wrote:

The other highly memorable thing about that night is how I felt about the friends I was with at the time, like they/we were perfect somehow (truly delusional), forming a bond  that remains strong to this day.

They saw you nekkid, whether you were or not, and you can't unsee that.

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...

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#39 2017-07-16 17:44:42

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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#40 2017-07-16 17:53:36

...'sunshine' was nice if you didn't mind the strychnine twitches LOL...but 'in the day' hits of 'purple haze' were 18+ hrs of 'what the fork'.....LOL.......'window pane'...outstanding...

..but no more now..........gimme my bowl of 'sour diesel' and I'm fine.....


..if you remember?, a good tour guide on your first experience made all the difference between nightmare...and glee....

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#41 2017-07-16 18:06:42

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.

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#42 2017-07-16 20:54:37

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?

I like to make it a goal to learn something *every* time I toke up. Large or small, world hunger or how I've never noticed a particular bass line before. But I would say that the number one thing I've learned from the difference between being high and not being high is that we all generally get along better when we are a little bit high. I'm sure it would be great if we were all naturally empathetic, peaceful, contemplative and deprecating, but more of us are if we are stoned.

But the first time was with my Mom at a Tina Turner concert in Grenada, smoking hash she bought off some African. Now I bring her the best stuff for her tired old bones. That's the way the world turns.

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#43 2017-09-11 19:13:11

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.

http://high-street.org/sidepic/imnotasthinkasyoustonediam.png


Turn on, tune in, drop by the office...

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#44 2017-09-12 15:05:42

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

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#45 2017-09-12 15:11:39

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.

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#46 2017-09-12 16:46:29

https://pics.me.me/if-you-look-at-the-drug-war-from-purely-economic-27604915.png

Click and push the plunger...

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