Sadly, my 2 closet friends father's were doctors in a day and time when nobody paid attention to anything. Pilfering on a grand scale, morphine, barbs, tons of ludes, speed everything as much as you wanted. We were very popular.
Right there with you. Even though I'm very technically adept with PCs, networking, etc. right now I'm on my tablet, which I am most of the time now. I use voice dictation, so having to go back and proofread/correct what I write on a tiny ass, little keyboard, with my stubby, fat fingers is a monumental pain in the ass.
Barbs could leave a nasty hangover....ludes, not so much.
Oh I thought so, would hate getting hit with 2 of them hyper loads, hard telling where they'll stop after in a person
Don't even get me started about almonds in California... I know they're not in drought now but those fucking trees suck up more water just to survive than cannabis does I think.
I had an experience with a barbiturate called doriden, with a tall boy of Miller lite... woke up the next day, in the afternoon, and had missed classes.
I wonder if it's going to look anything like this, which Harley wanted to bring me back from Park City Utah:
Unfortunately, I have done them all. My particular drug of choice was ( back then) heroin. Over 25yrs on that shit. Overdosed more than once, and actually died once, but for a very good friend performed cpr until medical emergency arrived.
Once upon a time - I found myself near the Thai - Burmese border - in a little town called Mae Hong Son and did opium for 6 months - in a very swanky bordello - I didn't even have to prepare the stuff - just toke it - for 10 baht per pipe - plenty of ready-willing-and-able ladies treated me so well - as if I was very special and very exotic - since back in those days young Caucasian males were considered as such in that neck of the jungle - even today I get the occasional erotic dream from those cherished memories -
for the best part of a week -
I hope you are _very_ fucking proud of yourself!!!! There's not a emoticon / emoji... whatever the fuck they call it, to express how awesome what you accomplished is. Enormous amounts of flower to keep you where you are now is the perfect prescription.
I'm pretty sure I might not have made it back from that. That feeling of bliss and contentment, I can only imagine. Needles and snorting white powder would have never worked for me, even back in the day. But taking big, long, lung bulgers of opium and getting that feeling of _total_ bliss and contentment, is not something I'm sure I could have stopped.Once upon a time - I found myself near the Thai - Burmese border - in a little town called Mae Hong Son and did opium for 6 months - in a very swanky bordello - I didn't even have to prepare the stuff - just toke it - for 10 baht per pipe - plenty of ready-willing-and-able ladies treated me so well - as if I was very special and very exotic - since back in those days young Caucasian males were considered as such in that neck of the jungle - even today I get the occasional erotic dream from those cherished memories -
- It was such a hard place to leave for me - but eventually I had to come back to reality - and make some money - did 4 days cold turkey - and because I was in my early 20's and very fit - managed to get thru it all without any real damage - just felt like crap
I got a .44 Mag Centennial (mine says "Yorktown"). I shot it enough with 240gr Hydra-Shok to see where it shoots. But at $16.50 for a wheel load, it is now a house pet.
