Drug driving

I went through a period of investigating every aspect of the human condition, just throwing science at it.
watching endless observations and experiments, a few things caught my eye, the various mind bending drugs and the amazing tales of other world experiences, the edgy scientists considering physically altering the brain to produce endless happiness loops.

Then I watched Trainspotting and the simple message of that movie haunted me, yes it is just as valid to endlessly drug yourself into a comforting blanket of oblivion as it is to face the soul crushing horror of reality.
Herowein never lies to you, never lets you down or make false promises, it doesn't bore you or hurt you, it just makes everything OK, no matter how much reality is destroying , you can escape into that loop of happiness.

All the pain you are causing, all the damage you do to society, loved ones and your own body disappears.
It's like heaven on Earth.
 
Then I watched Trainspotting and the simple message of that movie haunted me, yes it is just as valid to endlessly drug yourself into a comforting blanket of oblivion as it is to face the soul crushing horror of reality.
Herowein never lies to you, never lets you down or make false promises, it doesn't bore you or hurt you, it just makes everything OK, no matter how much reality is destroying , you can escape into that loop of happiness.
It happened to me more than ten years ago. I felt depressed so my wife took me to a psychiatrist. The doctor looked at me and asked for the reason of my visit. I said, 'Uh, I dunno, my wife asked me to come' but then I described how I felt. The doctor prescribed expensive but safe "happiness pills" and indeed I was taking them regularly. The sorrow has gone.

After several months I got a realisation: 'One cannot be happy all the time! You need to worry at times!' I gave up the pills and soon my life became balanced.
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I stopped using any drugs after 1985 (and ganja was the hardest thing I've ever tried). Meanwhile, many old friends of mine remained in the alternative music scene and they tried everything. Those who survived into their fifties had given up hard drugs early but lived on THC all the time. I was thinking to myself 'If one would live all their days on alcohol, they would be alcoholic; how come a person can start and end their days on the pot?' Most of those people died before entering their sixties, often due to cancer. Nobody will convince cannabis can help against cancer.

My two cents.
 
Have to admit, I'm grateful as hell to all the growers and activists who got us to where we are, but I still find many of the names funny.

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That's part of the fun! ha ha. If I ride my cargo bike to work, I will probably be high. If I drive, NOT A CHANCE. We live in a small town with very low traffic numbers and I take a residential route to work so I will pass 5 cars on my way to and from work. I have no problem riding my bike high. pop some tunes on the phone and enjoy my way to hell!

Stefan Mikes, It sure can help with cancer in many ways. There is more to cannabis than smoking it. I never smoke it. I vaporize it no carcinogens enter my system at all. Then there are edibles and pill forms that provide the same relief but have longer wait times. I can guarantee you are doing more damage to your system swilling down porters and stouts than I am vaping my flower product. Oh, I dont use an oil vape either, Its a non combustible herb vaporizer. I put raw ground cannabis in it and it vapes to temp. No chemicals, oil etc. IT's not the shitty nicotine vapes that are all chemical.
 
That's part of the fun! ha ha. If I ride my cargo bike to work, I will probably be high. If I drive, NOT A CHANCE.

If I rode to work stoned, I'd probably forget where I was, or where I was going, or that I had a job?
I don't work or drive anymore, so it doesn't matter anymore. 😂
 
I had a year with ganja back in 1985. It ended up for me with a terrible nightmare (like, an angel descending on me with a sword of fire), and with a deep depression. Gave up THC for many many years. Later, the use was even less than occasional. On the other hand, several friends who became chronic users have recently died, often from cancer.

I don't judge. For me, nicotine is a potent drug, and a real disaster of my life. Ethanol being the second but while I stopped drinking and do not plan to intoxicate myself except rare social events, I cannot give up cigarettes.
nicotine is a bitch,but you can shake but its not easy,I went cold turkey on it(skoal- 20 times more potent than a cigarette) what I did was drank a lot of orange juice and kept a 10 pack of snuff where I could see it(if I hadn't done that I would have went to the store and got some and stuck it in my mouth after six weeks the urge diminished,I started taking a can a day and giving it to somebody that wanted it) after cessation no more sleep apnea and the end of mouth sores,its a disgusting habit( I had went to recreational usage- one dip a day.that just kept the fire smoldering)try it you can do it.
 
nicotine is a bitch,but you can shake but its not easy,I went cold turkey on it(skoal- 20 times more potent than a cigarette)
I was at Vassar College in 1953. Every day, Danny Kaye would slip in to entertain several of us kids. He'd sing "Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen." I didn't know what Copenhagen was until 1971. In a bar in Haynes Alaska I was drinking with an lumberjack who pulled out a can and took a pinch. I asked when it was. He said, "This stuff is so potent, it ought to be illegal!"

He gave me a dip and he was right. I was hooked. It smelled like ammonia, and that greatly enhanced nicotine absorption. One pinch was like a pack of cigarettes, and you could do it 24 hours a day. What's more, it kept my teeth clean. Dentists would compliment me. I even quit my pipe and cigars.

After 25 years, do-gooders joined a fad to say Copenhagen caused cancer. I knew they were probably full of s*it, but I switched to stuff made with mint leaves and sugar. It was expansive, and I was sure it was worse for me, but I had to get over my habit. I did. Life was dreary without "My Lady Nicotine" (in the words of Peter Pan).

In 2007 a woman I'd met in 1969 dropped a $100 bill and a bag of chopped cigars. The paper of the $100 bill didn't feel right and the ink ran when it got wet, but the tobacco was good. I got back into pipes and finally figured it out. European pipes came from clay pipes made to smoke flower petals. They also worked, more or less, for broadleaf tobacco from the Caribbean. When Grosnold visited Cape Cod in 1602, he tried shoestring in a real pipe. It was way better than the stuff in London. They didn't smoke broadleaf on the mainland because shoestring is way more potent. I know. I bought some Philipino shoestring in 1968. it knocked my socks off every time!

King James was antitobacco until they learned to grow broadleaf in Virginia. With the opportunity to become a drug kingpin, he became a proponent. Then he discovered that English residents were growing shoestring to smoke in suitable pipes. He couldn't stop people from growing shoestring, so he made it a crime to own a pipe suitable for shoestring. Get yourself a shoestring pipe and shoestring tobacco and you'll never go back to broadleaf.
 
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If I rode to work stoned, I'd probably forget where I was, or where I was going, or that I had a job?
I don't work or drive anymore, so it doesn't matter anymore. 😂
ha ha. I have heard lots of people say the same thing. I don't get like that. I just get relaxed and happy. Things like sounds and vision get more pronounced if I do enough (about 30 percent of the time). I said to people I know, if you see me walking my husky, I am stoned and enjoying life! ha ha. I will go and have a rip on my vape, then take her for her daily walk and it's just wonderful!
 
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