I was thinking about this the other night. Most of the Schedule I drugs are clearly not safe to legalize because they cause great harm when used and abused. However a few of them appear to have been put on the Schedule I list purely due to political biases and concerns. As an example: Marijuana is no more dangerous than legal alcohol. You can argue that both should be Schedule I if your criteria is that long-term use will cause severe damage to various bodily organs, however it is clear that neither is substantially more dangerous than the other in terms of shorter term interactions. Peyote is another one that makes me scratch my head a bit. Consciousness-altering while in the body? Sure. Dangerous, as in more dangerous than alcohol? It just doesn't seem likely. Both marijuana and peyote were demonized and made illegal because they were abused by cultures the USA wanted to suppress, primarily Mexicans in the southwest that the government wanted to kick over the border into Mexico. They were added to the Schedule I list in 1970 when it was created because they had been illegal drugs prior to the creation of the list. Nothing about the two substances suggested that they should be treated in this way but politics put them on the list. It's probably time that we re-evaluate the Schedule I list and make sure it only contains actually dangerous substances that need to be controlled. Either that or we should add the widely abused drugs that are dangerous to the list, starting with alcohol and tobacco, both of which can clearly kill you if you abuse them. Just a thought.
Some day they'll have Mescaline bars where we can all ask Doc if he saw the size of that goddamn cock-a-doodle-doo together.
I agree about marijuana . I haven’t smoked it since high school. But I find out t hard to comprehend that it’s illegal, but you can go buy a bottle of jack daniels and get behind the wheel and kill people. I also think the drink is way more hazardous to your health. maybe a hippie type opinion, but weed grows out of the ground naturally. It’s does t have to be chemically altered to be used. It also on my opinion most likely had health benifits, when used in other ways than smoking it. maby part of the problem is that it’s so easy to grow, that profits can be cut out when people grow it themselves.
It just feels like the Schedule I, II, III, etc. were more politically manipulated than anything else. That doesn't mean that most of the classifications weren't right but there are some that are just so off that it is amazing. In 1968 you might have had a few tripping hippies make a public spectacle of themselves however you also had a bunch of drunken rednecks killing people while driving drunk. For some reason the former were an example of drugs that clearly had to be barred and the latter just a few guys tying one on with the alcohol itself no part of the problem.
A few friends and I went to this insane amusement park in Seoul called Lotte World in 1999. We each dropped a tab of acid and a speed based X pill when we walked through the gate. Half of this amusement park was indoors, including multiple roller coasters that went in and out of the walls and looped over other rides. There was this one roller coaster which had the cars from the tilt a whirl, spinning around while the fucking roster coaster is going. I think maybe I almost died on that ride. Anyway, I get separated from my friends when I go take a leak and when I come out, that stuff hits me. So I'm kind of wandering in this daze and keep walking into these little red ropes. HOLY SHIT THERE'S RED ROPES EVERYWHERE. Literally everywhere I go, even if I go under the ropes, there's more ropes. I start becoming aware of this loud, LOUD circus music playing all around me and I hear cheering. I turn around and I see this stunningly beautiful Romanian ballet dancer in a little Russian outfit do some weird spin, then another hot Romanian dance girl, and another. And there's guys playing drums dressed like tribal natives and a giant cartoon Lion. Like right fucking there, and they're coming toward me. So I guess like every few hours this place has a parade, and I'm like right there in the middle of the parade walk I guess. So I got my bearings and then we went on another indoor deathtrap, then we go outside. After a few lame rides, we find the legendary Jumbo Drop. It's one of those free-fall rides but it's on steroids. It reminded me of the Seattle Space Needle because it was so big, like a big pole (I know how you guys like those) with a ring going around it with seats facing outward, shoulder harnesses, etc. We're standing in line for this thing and a shoe hits me in the head, HARD. I look around for the dead motherfucker that threw it, and my friend points on the ground around the ride and there's discarded shoes all around it. So we get to the ride and now this acid is really kicking, the guy letting us through the fence has a dent in his face. Like his head was made from clay and someone dropped an elbow on it. We get fastened in and start the 4 week ascent to the top of this thing and it drops, and it's night time and I can see the lights of the entire city from there, and the lights streaked just fucking like Star Trek hyperspace mode! Eeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhgggggghhhhaaaaaaaa!!!!!!! Funny thing, I ran into those Romanian dancer girls in my favorite Itaewon bar. I mean ALL of them. There must have been 25-30 of them, on a Tuesday night when the place was otherwise empty. None of them spoke a single word of English, and I foresaw a long night of trying and striking out while doing sign language the whole time until I found one drunk enough, so I opted to leave and find the girl I was dating for a high percentage pass. Yeah, I regret that. Anyway, fuck yeah dude, legalize all that shit.
Aduhelm by Biogen for Alzheimer's here we go, it's going to make Medicare costs skyrocket. Fck the FDA hard in some ways. It's probably gonna knock off a bunch a people who don't remember what their name is. Expect it to be pulled at some point.
When I was in high school I did the usual experimenting around a baseline of smoking so much weed there was smoke coming out of my ears most of the time. Anyway, I related to your big drop ride because we had a bungie set up in an enormous hackmatack tree. The north side of the tree was mostly barren of branches due to a big storm that had rolled through 3 or 4 years before and we had rigged up a couple of net hammocks in the few remaining junctions left. The first was about 35 feet off of the ground and went out to about 12 feet off of the trunk and then there was one at 75-80 feet or so that was about the same distance but offset about 30 degrees from the one below it. You'd climb up the other three sides of the tree with a few nailed wooden slats covering areas with nothing big enough to grab onto. Once you got into the upper loft there was a twisted bungie cord there made up of five long elastic cables intertwined with a bunch of other short cables clipped in to provide the illusion of stability. The end of the bungie was like a triple loop that went around your torso and both of your shoulders and distributed your weight fairly well at the bottom as you bounced. It wasn't perfect and it definitely wouldn't have worked for a very large or heavy person but it worked just fine for the skinny potheads that made it. The idea was that the bungie provided a drop into space that wound up about 5 feet from the lower hammock and you'd just rock back and forth until you could get a leg up over the anchor branch. So I'd tried the thing out at one point in the beginning of the year and then decided it just wasn't worth the risk and used the hammocks as a smoking garret after that. I'd skinned my knee pretty badly getting into the lower hammock after the drop and it just seemed dicey all around. But my friends still used it and nobody got seriously hurt during that year. One night somebody brought shrooms on campus and of course I *had* to try those. I mean everybody else was going to be tripping and there's nothing worse than being the only straight person on campus when the merry pranksters are running around trying to get expelled. I wound up in the tree in the upper hammock with a bunch of truly obnoxious elves all dying to make the jump, some of them for the first time and others hardened vets. Somehow I wound up being the first one pushed out of the nest and I remember my stomach being completely hollow during the fall, like there was just nothing there at all. Then I was rocking back and forth as the tree rocked alongside me and eventually getting into the bottom hammock and getting the damn harness off of me. Getting the harness off was scarier than the fall because it took forever and the damn thing was wrestling with me the whole time. I remember laughing at it as my friends slowly hoisted it back up. I fought it and I won! Next morning I had a wicked skinned knee again. Had to be operator error because I'd done the jump stoned once and tripping once and got the same skinned knee each time.
There was a 2 year stretch from 99-2001 where I averaged 8 hits of ecstasy a weekend. The whole thing in my memory is like one continuous Friday night. First hit around 10, usually 3 more until I’d crash around 9 in the morning, , get up around 5-6 Saturday night ,smoke some weed to feel level again, another hit around 9-10 head to the club, after hours club and more hits around 1, end up in some trashed out house around 5-6 Sunday morning adding another hit . Crawl home somewhere around noon struggle to watch football pass out , wake up for work Monday morning . Good times
I had a similar college experience with molly. Ecstasy was a dead game by the time I hit college. That unfortunately snowballed into some other things post-college that I regret a lot even though I was able to get past it all a lot easier then I thought. Some people struggle to let go of the fact that they can’t live that lifestyle for their entire lives. I have a couple friends my age and a year or two older (29-31) that still unfortunately have “hidden” drug problems. They function, they work, they spend all their time stressing about having enough money to get a fix. When you’re a decade+ in to getting fucked up every night, it’s tough to grow up. I think the common misconception about drugs (painkillers, benzos, heroine, etc.) is that you need to be scratching your neck in some back alley while you haven’t held a job in five years or work at Wendy’s. What this country needs is the ability to rehabilitate those who can’t handle drugs. Decriminalizing just makes it easier to put it in the hands of those who can’t handle it, even if it also allows for “responsible” users to use it. And pot should be legal. I don’t even consider it a drug. But I don’t think making everything legal is theanswer.
Marijuana, lsd, and mushrooms are probably good to be legalized. LSD may have some theraputic/medical value. Not sure about mushrooms.
I don’t remember exactly why I decide to hop off the train when I did. I vividly remember the day I said out loud, I can’t do this anymore and the first Friday night staying at home. A lot of weed was smoked that night
Well I can see how that can be a bit more exhausting. Your brain didn’t have an ounce of dopamine left in it after partying like that for two years. The unfortunate part about pills, heroine and even cocaine to a lesser extent is that it’s super fun to stay home on Friday night and do it.
From my navy days, I guy in my squadron was a big time bass fisherman, was almost to retirement and prepping to fish professionally on the bass master circuit. Before tournaments he would bring me to fish with him prefishing wherever the tournament was going to be. So I’m set to fish with him on a Saturday morning,, out clubbing that night and drop acid around 2 in the morning. Head to his house around 4 with another guy from the squadron. Walk in his house , trade the beer I’m drinking for a cup coffee his wife made me mad into the truck we go. We’re fishing Rodman reservoir ( some here might know it) it’s all flooded timber’s with the some of the biggest gators in Florida arm a good population of bald eagles. Sun comes up ,I’m tripping balls, and thought I was in The land of the lost. Eagles looked like teradactyls, giant gators everywhere, I can barely throw a rod out let alone land a fish because I can’t focus . Guy who invites me shaking his head, didn’t even ask if I was in anything just looks at me and says” the acid in my day would send you to church the next day” it don’t remember ever feeling more scared and yet relaxed at the same time. Just floating through Florida backwaters watching eagles and gators.
I just got lucky quitting in my late teens due to some family tragedy going on at the time. I could easily have stayed zoned out until my mid-20's. I did do the Friday and Saturday night bar scene pretty heavily from 26 to 29 or so. Eventually my stomach gave out and that was that. Lucky again because my liver would have been there if the stomach wasn't and the stomach recovers a whole lot better than the liver.
this CBD shit is pretty funny. It is the cure for all ailments now anxiety? weed oil. high blood pressure? weed tea. sore muscles? rub a little weed on them.... the country sure has changed
