Ah, one of my favorite topics. I smoked pot for the first time at 14. I have a sister who's 11 years older than me and that's how I got turned on to that. I smoked pot before I ever drank alcohol. High school was pretty much weed and beer...the occasional drink of hard liquor. Pretty much immediately after high school was when I started doing psychedelics. I've only done LSD and shrooms...quite a bit of both. It became my mission to do those as often as possible because they were so fun, the experience was new every time and because it lasted a lot longer than other drugs. The same older sister had access to a lot of painkillers and muscle relaxers. That phase lasted for maybe three years. I saw what it was doing to her and some of my friends so, that had to go. (anyone ever notice how long term prescription pain med users start to look like shriveled up trolls?) I tried coke a few times. First time was AWESOME. Second time was pretty fun but not as much as the first. The third time...the shit turned out to be something else, not sure what. (long story I won't bore you with) Wound up staying up for four days afterward...almost took myself to the fucking hospital. One drug I'll never do again, or any speed-like drug for that matter. We used to eat those mini-thins by the hand full. Seemed like good idea at the time, but eventually siad to hell with this. I have an aversion to any speed I guess. Smoked some hash and hash oil here and there...That's about it. I rarely do any drug these days. I've smoked pot twice in the last three years, at best. I REALLY miss the psychedelics but I don't know where to get them anymore.
Me too man, going on 6 years. Lou Reed is a golden god. It has always amazed me how their music has never gotten old... You know, per example... everytime I listen to Pale Blue Eyes... I can still feel the same feeling I felt when I first heard that song.... that song conquered me, it's pure beauty... it's a song that just takes over your soul for a couple of minutes, and then spits it out..... and it comes out smiling man, smiling.
couldn't agree more. they were one of those groups that provided the soundtrack to my life, probably longer than any other group. the most fun I ever had in entire life was when me and a girl friend got totally wired on coke and she told me she wanted to play my vinyl edition of White Light/White Heat while we fucked. after Here She Comes Now we stopped for a few seconds so I could flip the record over. most exilherating hour of my life? maybe.
Hahaha, oh man... that sounds great. I had cocaine+ sex + sepultura once.... that was rather intense. But man, yes... VU sex.... one day! I just don't think I could date a girl that doesn't love Lou Reed as much as I do.
Too many great songs to really single any out but, Lady Godiva's Operation is one I can play over and over and over and over.................... and over.
I'm listening to Sister Ray, as I read your post. Oh the coincidence. I said I couldn't hit it sideways.
I think drugs do far more harm than good. I no longer use them. I did for years, but I don't need them because I prefer to deal with reality rather than hide from it. I don't care to be in the presence of people who use drugs, either, because most of them cannot form a coherent sentence. I still drink from time to time, but not to get drunk.
I think that drugs do more harm than good whenever a person looses self control with them, which often happens. Drugs can be rather beneficial when used in moderation, yet sadly... most people, including meself, aren't too good with moderation.
Alcohol is a drug and I do respect your opinion but I differ to an extent- it's not the drugs... it's the abuse from people choosing not to exercise self discipline while using them that causes harm. I'm sure you didn't mean it this way but the wording you chose reflects the general desire not to meet problems head on and solve them but to find something besides the individual to blame. The drugs can do no harm unless the user opts to take too much. It's the person doing harm to himself. The drugs are just the middle man.
Bright is good. Where I live, there is a clear sky, no city lights... I see them everynight. I go outside with my cigarrete, stare at the stars, and then count satellites. Tonight there's a thunderstorm coming...baby's on fire.
when I step out on the porch and sit on the steps chainsmoking, I look through the dense canopy of branches and leaves that hang over all the pastel boxes people here live in.