|Sorta the least predictable and most annoying
of the four occasional themes here are my dalliances with various illicit
substances. 95% of the time, it's herb. Herb (aka bud, weed,
pot, marijuana, etc.) is phat. I fucking love the stuff. Unfortunately
I've got a small problem with control; when I've got access to it, I can't
stop smoking it. A few years ago when I started smoking the shit,
I smoked up every night during the weekend, plus the whole
weekend, for months and months. Naturally my grades plummeted and
my bank account became a sieve -- put money in, take it out for my weekly
eighth and the food that went along with it. I put on big time weight,
and watched my life outside of my bong crumble. I cleaned up my act,
sorta, after I'd been out of school for a few months on indefinite leave.
I was in living in Jacksonville with my parents, and so I didn't' have
any access to weed since it was a strange city to me. Since returning
to California in January 98, I've smoked up every now and then. When
I've had access to it, though, I've smoked it like a fiend straight until
its all gone.
Weed makes everything seem funny to me. It also takes my mind of myself and my fucking problems. Instead, two problems occupy my mind -- one, getting some (always a problem), and two, eating. I think I'm pretty good at camouflaging my weed use around people who shouldn't know, like Ray's mom. I'll just sit on the couch and watch TV. Heh, once when I smoked up at my parents house, I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands, and only when I was drying them off did I notice my dad sitting on the can, looking at me. That was some scary shit. Anyhow, I digress.
Beyond weed, my drug use has been fairly limited. I've done magic mushrooms a few times. That's some fun shit, although it's pretty taxing on my body. I've done hash once or twice, although it wasn't much fun. I've also done ecstasy a few times, although never in the setting it's meant for -- clubs, raves, or social gatherings where other people would be down with it. I gotta work on that... As of this writing (mid-May of 1999), I haven't done acid, but I'm planning on it. I'll let you know how it goes.
Beyond that, I haven't done shit. Well, I used to drink like an alky, but I quit around Thanksgiving of 1998. Haven't had a sip since, assuming you don't count tequila shrimp or liqueur filled chocolates, the latter of which I never really liked anyway. I quit booze b/c I was turning into an alky; I was drinking practically every night, and not casually mind you. Alcoholism also runs in my family -- my mom's one, my dad used to be, and his dad died of it. So, with some prodding and a traumatic personal experience, I decided to quit. It's been hard on me socially, as my frail social life has basically slipped into a coma since then, but in general I don't regret it.
Ain't never done anything else. Heroin is strictly off limits. Cocaine probably is as well -- definitely no crack. I wouldn't mind tweaking, although my friends are scared of me doing it -- they think I'm hyperactive enough when I smoke bud, so that should give you a clue as to what I might be like on speed. Peyote, angel dust, sniffing glue...that shit seems unlikely. It's probably for the best, although I have heard very good shit about Peyote, from my psychiatrist of all people....