61 today

canndo

Well-Known Member
I wanted to post a note thanking all of the good folk who inhabit this esoteric little site for reading all my stories, the ones that no one in "real life" is likely to find interesting, if I even dare to tell them at all. So many in my age group are unwilling to look upon their past, at least publicly, with delight, rather they will invariably say "well, that experimentation was bad, it was my errant youth to blame", or those who actually deny that they ever got involved with drugs at all.

Having been what I like to believe, enlightened by my drug use, I can look back and see the patterns, the fads, the vogue use of this substance or that and marvel, from this perspective at man and his propensity to want to alter his conciousness.

I've seen the rise of pharma-speed (benzadrine, dexadrine - in inhalers no less), I saw the fall of the barbituates. I saw and was involved in the rise of LSD use, for better or worse, I was involved in the later part of the marijuana revolution, smoking ditch weed from mexico and extoling the virtues of panama red, ohacan gold, Columbian gold, tai sticks, moroccan hash, nepolese hand rubbed balls, opium, and the second coming of cocaine. Poppers, good cocaine, and still mediocre pot in the early 80's. I saw the advent of mushrooms and mushroom culture. Mushrooms, back then were a dream, everyone wanted them but the methods for growing them had not yet been invented. Those were the days of peyote and even the very occasional mescaline. Then came the cocaine days where everything else but pot was set aside. I saw the advent of "sensemilla", and we didn't know what it was, nor did we know then that it would be a game changer for drug use.


Then there were quaaludes and all that surrounded that particular craze, valium, the pharm drug of choice back then. MDMA got big, got small, then got very big again. Fads and recurrence as we see LSD making a comeback. there were the old PCP days and "sherms" - sherman cigarettes dipped in pcp and later in Ketamine. I saw K make a flash splash then dissapear only to reemerge decades later. We were some of the first to experience isolated DMT. Back then it was sprinkled over parsely flakes and was passed around like wippets - nitrous made it's second comeback, the first being long before my time. I lived through the era when all drugs were labeled dope, or worse, narcotics. I lived through the time when pot was the ultimate horror, until it became the rallying element that separated our generation from all the others (save the beats). I saw LSD take on the same mantle - Life magazine did a cover story that, far from frightening non-users, made them fantasticly curious and spurred the craze along. LSD was, in many ways the precursor of modern culture, technology, music and art and those influences are with us to this day.

I got to see all that and wish now that I had known what I was looking at.

Back then I was aware of one of the peculiar natures of drugs, technology and culture. I feared that there were good properties in all of the wonderful drugs we were taking back then. I feared that eventually, science would issolate those properties in order to make medicine that might be good for treatments but become devoid of all of the "side effects" which were to us, the point of using them at all. I see some of that has happened but back then I never dreamed there would be such a profusion of new substances. I suppose like all the people of a certain period, we fell victim to the hubris of an age, that everything that could be discovered WAS discovered and that there were no new drugs because they all had been isolated or invented.

glad to see I was wrong.


Anyway, enough, I just figured I'd put this in print as I rattle on, under the influence of some gifts from friends that has me talking and typing and pontificating. What is it about opioids that has the user either curled up in a corner, or standing on a soap box?

And, btw - to those who see 61 as old, blink a few times and if you are lucky enough to not be dead, you will be 61 long before you think you deserve to be. Aging is not a linear process. It accelerates and that acceleration accelerates almost to the point of blinding speed. Plan for the future but don't worry too much, what ever you planned for is not going to be how it goes, and what you think will happen, will either happen faster than you thought, or far differently.


oh, and one more thing? to the young folk? I've taken lots and lots of drugs and don't look too bad for it. But if you want any advice from me I will give my most important, most valuable tip on life.


Don't forget to floss , i wish I had taken that advice.
 

MrEDuck

Well-Known Member
Happy birthday man! 61 is a prime number, they're inherently cool so I hope it's a good year. I hope we get to enjoy a cigar together again, you're a good man and I feel richer having known you. And now I'm going to stop the outpouring of sentiment.
 

racerboy71

bud bootlegger
happy bday canndo, always love reading what you have to say..
i just hit the big 42 a few weeks ago, didn't make a big announcement though as it wasn't something i was really looking forward to, not being a prime number and all, lol..
happy days canndo, and here's to another 61.. :D:D:D
 

Nice Ol Bud

Well-Known Member
I really want to thank you for your willingness and desire to spread what you've summed up about a certain subject & it's devolopment throughout the years & your conclusion on how things just are(SPONTANEOUS!)


  • Plan for the future but don't worry too much, what ever you planned for is not going to be how it goes, and what you think will happen, will either happen faster than you thought, or far differently.​




My favorite part of the matter.. ^
I'm 18.. and I have a lot to learn in this life that were all apart of.
I dont know man... I just want to share the love back to you for sharing it with us...
One love...
 

canndo

Well-Known Member
Thanks all, perhaps I will tell more stories. I managed to meet two old friends that I had not seen for 35 years last weekend. I have posted several stories about them, anyone who reads any of my things might remember our drug orgy where we put various drugs on different squares on a monoploy board and were obligated to eat what we landed on - in the middle of the snow, in a tiny camper parked dead in the middle of the trail, but the story is in here somewhere and I won't repeat it. What i will do is tell some of the other stories, you see we were at one time all smugglers, each with a sort of specialty. As we caught up on what had gone on I found out that one of them did a Thailand to Hawaii runs with china white - he must have started just months after I finally left the reagion with my tail between my legs, unable at long last to keep up with all that was going on. But that was only one of the stories. I think I told the story of one of the guys putting a rock of cocain up his ass and being unable to sit for days- that was the guy., the story of the special playing card that we threw at each other in the most difficult situations, if you caught it you got to keep it until the next time.


they reminded me of other stories and I will recount them if anyone is interested. The fourth guy, unfortunately, is dead. When I found out, I thought to myself, "if only I had looked them up just a bit earlier I would have been able to see my dear friend", but I was told he died 15 years ago. Each time I heard that news, from one of my buddies or from their wives, I was assured "Mike died happy". That seemed to be important to them all, and as it turned out, it was important to me as well, he wasn't always that "happy" in the strictest sense, and he died married - he was far from ugly but always had a problem with women, and so we rejoiced in his happiness, no matter how short it might have been. Of all of us I was the only one that has seen the inside of a jail cell and none of us, in the inner circle or the "orbiters" died from overdoses. Mike, the one who died ran a record store, if anyone brought in a mushroom (no matter what kind, as though we knew anyting about cubensis back then anyway) you would get two dollars off (or some such thing) on an album (yes boys and girls, they were ALBUMS, vinyl, with tiny grooves in them that degraded the moment you took them out of the cover but they sound better - to anyone who has a descerning ear, happily, even a widely sampled mp3 is sufficient for this half deaf guy).

I may or may not have recounted this, but one of our group and I lived together and I got the reputation for being the best pharm-front in the city. When ever we saw reports of a drug store break in (there were lots of them back then, before those security dispensers and time locks), I would know that we would see at least the majority of the take before many days had passed, I would assess the value and got first right of refusal on the take.

One day I got into a pile of "shakers", they were quarter grain morphine pellets that disolved instantly in water, they were designed to be put inot syringes of sterile water and shaken, from there they could be injected, no need to carry ampules, or precharged prepackaged syringes - I unerstand they were big on the battlefields in Viet Nam. At any rate I bought them all from the guy (oh, by the way, there were times when we were asked if we wanted to place orders - we never did, we figured our part in the theft was already treading on dangerous ethical and legal boundaries). At any rate, I took a few of them, chopped them up and mixed them with some of our finest blow and they were wonderful.

(I know duck, we should have plugged them). Hang on, the point of this story is coming. Mike applied the "family discount" and got the vast majority of them, maybe 400 or so? he took to disolving them in nasal spray and dosing at his record store all day, every day. We were a tight bunch, we cared about each other and saw to it that no harm would come to any of us, but we also never came out and tried to shame another for his excesses. Furthermore, no person would ever, EVER deny another person anything they asked for - excepting (usually) our women. I was alerted that Mike was doing this stuff every day and we were not particularly suphisticated in the ways of opiate use, sure, we had the very occasional opium, we never knew the value of hydrocodone or some of the other treats I am certainly glad never came across my desk and scale, uppers and barbituates and hypnotics were our stock in trade. We all had a meeting, went in to his shop one by one to assess his useage and determined that he was indeed in trouble.

so, one by one, throught the day for several weeks, a troup of us would wander into his store, hit him up for a few snorts from his neosenefrin bottle and invariably sit on the steps in front of the store and nod. I don't think he ever knew that we were doing it to save him from his inherently addictive personality, oh not that we were all THAT put upon. When I visited my remaing friends that story was brought up and we realized that after all that time, we were still that same unique brotherhood, instantly taking up the roles and the caring we had for one another way back then.

It was a great trip. We all placed bets on how much each of our stories differed from each other, letting our wives, who had heard about us many times, never knowing how much each of us must have exagerated in the telling. Of course, aside from one big sticking point my recollections came out to be the most accurate, by consensus.
 

cancer survivor

Active Member
right on! i hear your tales from the dark side. reminds me of my days buying stuff in afghanistan, we were bold men in our youth!!
 
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