I was visiting with some of the rig hands a few years back and they were explaining to me how they created their own meth and how wonderful it was and how it made you feel. Of course they had quit using it years before this. Another guy I talked to was telling me about cocaine and since he had quit, he thought about the drug every second of every day. I can't even imagine....
I thank God I never was tempted to try any...
@mrpotatohead Back in the days when I was doing a lot of drugs,it got to the point where I would just refuse any cocaine offered to me because it did nothing for me at all. Had a friend I knew for a couple of years before I found out he dealt coke by the kilo only,and he came by to party one night and convince me that coke was the way to go. So we tooted up some of his high grade "bragging bush coke",and when we were through,I suggest we go find some MDA and so some serious partying. I didn't even get a buzz,and his eyes looked like pie plates.
BTW,after several years of VERY hard partying,I decided the time had came to give up drinking and drugs when I somehow suddenly became completely alert and discovered I had been shooting my P-38 out in the back yard and it had quit firing,so I was looking down the barrel to see what was wrong. It had quit firing because it was out of bullets and the slide was locked back.
So I looked around and discovered I was at my parents house,and that I owned an Impala stationwagon instead of my pu. Both were news to me. Come to find out I had lost maybe a whole year,maybe a little more. I wasn't even sure what month or year it was.
The last thing I remembered clearly was a chain of events that started with picking up a guy hitch-hiking from the nearest city to the area where I lived,and handing him a joint I was smoking when he got into the truck. We toked for a bit,and he asked me,"Wanna buy some acid?",so I said "I don't know. Is it any good and how much per hit?" He said "I'm not sure how good it is,but if you watch me for a little bit we will both find out because I took a 4 way hit a little while ago."
So I stopped at the nearest friends house,and we went inside and smoked some more pot. I ended up buying 500 hits from him and running into the rear of a friends new truck when I went to his house to share the good news with him later that afternoon. For some reason I forgot to hit the brakes. He was all pissed off until I gave him a couple hits of the acid,1 to take then and the others for later,and he smoothed right out in a little bit.
The absolute last thing I remember is a guy I knew from out of state showing up with a Buick Electra 225 trunk full of gallon milk jugs of moonshine from his family still. Seems like I traded him a forgotten number of the LSD for a forgotten number of gallons of moonshine.
Things started getting a bit foggy after that. I ain't saying I got a bit obnoxious,but it got to the point where my best friends were starting to throw parties and making it a point to tell everybody to not tell me about the party.
I don't play well with strangers running their mouths at me or threatening me,and it seems I may have hurt a few people who didn't know me at some of these parties who were under the illusion they could screw with me without consequences. I truthfully don't consider these events my fault even to this day because I don't and never have started any fights. I still believe to this very day that if you walk up to a stranger and start making fun of them or running your mouth at them,you bought that ticket and need to take that ride without bitching about it. Still,I do understand why people got upset. Parties are for having fun,not getting hurt and bleeding. Or being forced to strip and give all your money away to anybody that wanted it because that was the "fine" I imposed on you if you wanted to keep living. For some reason I don't understand,that seemed to be my favorite punishment for offenders.
IIRC,this was in 1983,and I haven't even smoked a joint since then,never mind drank any alcohol or taken any chemical drugs. Nor have I really wanted to.
I owe it all to the power of being lucky enough to have not inherited any of the addiction genes. Didn't have a single damn thing to do with willpower.
The one exception is gambling. I can NOT gamble. Not at all. Once is too often. I discovered this the very first time I gambled. I also discovered I was bad loser,and an even worse winner. "One time and OUT!"
Ok,I just remembered this. I HAVE drank a few beers since then. All were after cutting grass out in the sun in the summertime,and I came in the house when done and drank a beer or two to hydrate and cool down. No more than two,and I don't think I even did this more than 2 or 3 times.
I still keep beer and whiskey in my refrigerator in case a friend stops by and wants a drink,but it's not for me.
