So what's your drug story?
Boise Weekly is conducting informal research on drug use in the Treasure Valley, and we want to hear what you have to say.
And we don't need to know your name.
Do your co-workers use drugs on or off the job? Have you been to a social gatheirng in the valley where drugs were being used? Do you use drugs occasionally or regularly?
All drugs are fair game: marijuana, cocaine, prescription drugs, alcohol, tobacco, methamphetamines, psychedelics ... you name it, we want to hear about it.
We want your true stories. We don't need your name, your friends' names, your employer's name, not even the name of your first pet. Of course if you want to tell us the make of your car, we're all ears.
However, we are interested in demographics. Are you a 19-year-old user who works at a fast-food joint, or is your friend a 30-something parent and professional who snorts a line every so often?
Dish. And please include at least your age and how you make your living (for example: I'm a 32-year-old manager OR I'm a 28-year-old bus driver ... you get the idea).
And, thank you.
-Boise Weekly Staff
49 comments:
What a cool idea.
I'm a regular drinker, no biggie, but have been at many a party with LOTS AND LOTS of weed in use.
This is a cool idea. I enjoy an occasional cocktail; and am a fan of pharmaceuticals. Pills, kids. Pills.
I used to be the kid who said "I'll never do drug!" I never wanted to smoke a cigarette or even drink. I was so naive. In Jr. High many of my friends were the typical stoners. Getting high before school, and directly after. I never touched pot till I was in high school. Once there I realized that I couldn't hide from the drugs and alcohol.
My first drink of alcohol was when I was 15...young I know. My parents would leave town, and I would have people over. Older siblings or friends would always supply the 21+ and we would get loaded! I have been drinking ever since. Sometimes just a beer and other times till I black out and don't recall much. I don't consider myself an alcoholic because I don't need to drink to get threw the day. My opinion of an alcoholic is someone who can't get threw a day, can't sleep at night, or just can't function sober. Even if I drink 5 nights a week, I am in control and don't let the booze control me.
I began smoking pot with my cousin in her basement; we were both 17. She had been smoking for 4+ years prior to when I started. My aunt knew what was going on & sometimes would join us. My mother would by pot off my cousin; mom never knew that I knew. It wasn't something that neither she nor I did on a regular basis. Now days if I smoke pot, I want to eat the shit out of everything and then go to bed. To me it's not fun. It makes me tired and depressed, but for other people I know who smoke on a regular basis, it makes them function.
I've meddled in other types of drugs. Coke here, mushrooms there, ecstasy seems to be everywhere. There is nothing like doing a line of coke during the holidays and going to random keggers/house parties. It makes the experience quite better. I don't like E. Ecstasy makes me feel angry and just plain bitchy. I've done mushrooms once. Shrooming and being outdoors is the best! If I could find more and had people and a place to do them, I would probably do them more often.
My most recent drug of choice is pills. Sometimes they are easy to come by, and other times they are not. Pills are now my drug of choice.
i'm in my late 20s, in a professional office job and i have friends on all points of the drug-user spectrum.
i have younger friends who do E every weekend. One works at a bank and is all business during the week and the other is a department manager for a large international company with offices in Boise.
Another friend has been a OB-GYN nurse for 10 years and she's a regular pot smoker, in addition to being an every once in a while mushroom eater and coke snorter.
I have seen coke all over the place in the last year...at parties and at bars downtown. a few weeks ago i was at a 50th birthday party for a friend in real estate and there were lines all over the place. I guess you'd expect that at an LA night club with a bunch of rock stars, but at a realtor's birthday party in Boise?!
I'm an 18 year-old soon to be college student at BSU. Currently, I'm unemployed but leaning towards either a daycare or phone-calling company (not that you really cared about that part).
Honestly, until last summer, right before senior year in high school, I had only ever smoked a cigarette. And even then, it was just a drag. Last summer, I decided that I wanted to get high. I don't know why, I was just damn curious. What's the hype, you know? My two best friends got together and hooked me up and took care of me the first time I smoked pot. Since then, it had just been an after thought, something I would only do on occasion.
Senior year actually rolls around and pot isn't so big anymore, it's anything we can get ahold of out of cabinets. Anxiety pills, depression pills, Vicodin, Oxy, and my personal favorite, Hydro. I started into snorting Hydrocodone pretty frequently this summer. I'd do one half first, wait until I felt that I was coming down, do another half, wait to come down off that one and essentially just go until I felt sick or wanted to stop. I like the high better than marijuana, I never get nervous, I just want someone to cuddle with and some music to listen to. Your cigarettes are always better on Hydro too.
There are many parties that I've attended that include drugs. Alcohol is always always always number one. Then comes pot, usually. And sometimes the pills, not often though.
I am a 27 year old single mother, that juggles a toddler, a fabulous job with constant interaction with upstanding parts of the community, and a part-time BSU student. I am also a recovering heroin addict.
It blows my mind how ignorant this community is about this and many drugs. To this day, I can still point out a drug sale, on the side of the road, at McDonalds... Fred Meyers... The trick is, the dealers like public spots, because the world is so self-absorbed that they rarely even look over their shoulders...
I started doing heroin from a needle the day of my 20th birthday, and did it ever single day after that for the next two years. The only thing that stopped me was the Boise Police.
I grew up in a respectable family, earning good grades in high school and college pre drugs. My boyfriend took me down with him, because I was a co-dependant teenager. Its completely true about the crowd that you run with...
Even heroin, the most no-no of all the drugs, is SO easy to get in the valley. My experience with it heavily came from the Mexican community, where they drive around Nampa/Meridian/Boise everyday in their unsuspecting cars, their mouth full of tiny balloons that inside the knotted cavity are quantities of cocaine and heroin. If the cops pull them over, they swallow it and VIOLA! No felony charges.
You can always spot the junkies, because they are always in line at places like Fred Meyers returning socks and sun glasses (anything they can steal without question).
In a way, I am glad I experienced this horrific side of life, because now I KNOW. I know the signs if I ever need to help someone one day, I know I can pretty much pull myself out of anything if I lived through those completely ridiculous whirl-wind years. JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS is not a saying to be handled lightly.
I am a Social Worker at the Department of Health and Welfare. I pretty much survive on a diet of crushed-up Xanax (up to 12 lines a day), Vicodin, and Grey Goose. I've snorted lines off of the dashboard of state cars less than a minute after I give somebody a referral for substance abuse treatment.
The most fucked up part? I claim to have a substantial amount of sobriety in Alcoholics Anonymous-well over a decade. I still go to at least 3 meetings a week. My coworkers look up to me as the "sober" one. I'm basically trapped in my own private Hell. If I don't use, I detox. If I detox and somebody finds out, I lose my license, then my job. AA is a great program that talks about sobriety and rigorous honesty, I wish that I had cut the shit and listened to all they had to say. I pray that I can find a way to come clean.
My apologies..this is the the social worker again. I am 34.
50+ engineer; haven't done anything since the late '70s / early '80s. A friend of mine, same age smokes marijuana all the time - he is non-productive. My wife has several friends who smoke & they are a hoot.
Why do we have this prohibition on marijuana? Who cares?
On the same subject - kind of - we need to loosen up on our alcohol laws. Why can't we drink a beer while walking down the street of downtown Boise? And the biggest question I have for the day - why can't I enjoy a beer while floating down the river? If someone is obnoxious / drunk - deal with them, arrest them, I don't care. But why punish everyone under that pretense.... or are we really just a suburb or Utah? hmmmm, curious minds want to know.
I am a 32 yr. old married woman and I have the occasional hard liquor drink (I am allergic to beer and wine) but otherwise have never as much as smoked a cigarette. No pot, no E no nothing. Never had even the slightest temptation. Oh, I've been around it plenty, from pot and E at house parties to coke and acid at clubs, but my goodness, what is the temptation to throw my life away? Destroy my family? Get thrown in jail? There are way better things in this life to get high on than drugs man.
On the other hand, I do not think all drugs should be illegal, if people want to kill themselves, let them do it. Stop the government from filling the prisons with needless convictions. It's all about the money, you know. A police state is what we're headed for if we don't do something about it. EDUCATE YOURSELF!
i am a 20 year old manager of a fast food restaurant. i regularly smoke in the bathrooms during my shifts. i'm done almost all major drugs, coke, smack, weed, shrooms, acid, etc. I have never once even thought of trying meth. i was perscribed ritalin at the age of six and i was on and off various amphetemines during most of my childhood. eventually i stopped taking them and would sell them to kids at school for money to buy weed. i think this is why i don't respond very well to stimulant drugs, downers and pyschedelics are my thing.
I'm wondering where all these drugs are in Boise; I sure can't find them, and I've been looking. It used to be easier to find E or acid. I'm not into the hard stuff like meth, heroin or coke. I'm into psychadelics. In my book, they're not only safe, but they can sure deepen your understanding of the world. I do miss them.
I have a friend who's a public defender. I thought the whole meth thing was a bit overblown, so I asked him about it. He tells me that yes indeed, meth is a big problem in Boise, like so many places. He also tells me that it's natural to want to alter one's consciousness - humans have done it for millenia. He thinks that if pot were easier to get, kids especially wouldn't feel driven to go for the quick and easy meth. In other words, making pot harder to get makes it meth and other bad drugs look that much more attractive. Interesting point.
Now in my early thirties, I have travled the world, loved many a woman and held many positions of high responsibility.
I wonder what the content of my urine has to do with the content of my character.
i started drinking, regularly, in the 6th grade. stealing cigarettes and smoking an entire pack in one evening wasn't uncommon. time went by, drinking continued, smoking continued and pot was introduced. when high school came around i felt like a veteran drinker and decided to delve into something a little more fun. mushrooms and acid. i was in a christian school with straight-laced students, but the daily dose was never hard to come by. every friday was "fry day," because the acid was only five bucks a tab and cruising downtown was so repetitious that our minds could be wasted and we were still able to keep turning left, so long as we stopped at the red signal. after high school things slowed down for a while. weed was enough for my college days. then, after graduating, i came back to boise and the bars were appealing, along with the 'burner' lifestyle. long nights full of ecstasy, alcohol, campfires and loud music. everyone else at the parties were 'lining up,' but i vowed never to try coke. i vowed never to try anything beyond e, mushrooms, weed, acid and alcohol. that lasted until my 24th year when my curiosity finally got the best of me and i had to see what was so great about coke, everyone else seemed to be loving it.
it's nothing crazy, blow-your-mind spectacular. it is subtle and uplifting, which is so much more dangerous. coke is the obvious choice because of its subtle effect. it allows the user(s) to continue on with their day, to function in society just as normally, and, quite frankly, more confidently.
i only tried coke that one time because i recognized how much i loved it, and that scared me. i didn't want to fall victim to it. it's around, everywhere.
drugs are in boise, everywhere, and i've seen too many good people become a little too skinny and a lot too flighty because of them. and the new fascination with pills is sick. it's sickeningly easy to get a hold of pills, and they're slowly destroying people's lives. i'm over drugs, fortunately. i wish boise was, too.
I'm a 28 year old professional (i.e, surf the internet all day and get paid for it) female. I smoked my first cigarette at 12 years old and, sadly, have not stopped from there. At thirteen, I got drunk for the first time, and at 14, smoked pot. A few times in junior high, I took some cross-tops, but besides that have never done anything "hard."
I am pretty honest about my alcoholism, and actually had a few years of sobriety under my belt. Frankly, I am a creative person and am unable to tap into that without something to soften the blow for me. I smoked pot in copious, ridiculous amounts when I was 19 and 20, but have only smoked a few times since then. My partner smokes frequently, in addition to drinking daily, like myself.
Everyone in my family has a chemical dependancy, and I am the only one who has not gone beyond pot (including my parents, even when we were devout Mormons). One family member had a terrible struggle with meth for a very long year before finally hitting rock bottom and sobering up. Another will try anything, anytime, no questions asked.
I have a feeling that the good people at BW already know what the rest of us know: everyone either a) uses drugs, b) has used drugs or c) knows someone that uses drugs. Almost everyone I know has their vice, and they are people that no one would ever suspect of smoking a joint after work. They care for your grandparents, teach your children, paint your house, defend you in a court of law, etc. etc. And with the exception of meth, I frankly have no beef with drug use. It's a normal part of the human condition.
So when BW asked what we're using, I naturally thought "what AREN'T we using?"
I'm a single mother of a 16 yo Meth addict. She started drugs when she was 14. She went from an innocent, wide eyed young teenager to a street smart iv drug user. She has injected heroine, and meth. Has "rolled" with e, acid and everything and anything. She has lived on the street, been raped and finally has prostituted her self all because of her drug habit. She can't stop thinking about getting high when she is not. She has lost the respect and trust of her family and friends,and countless arguements between family members have ensued because of her behavior. She can't hold a job, and hasn't been in school in over a year.
She has said, over and over again "I hate drugs, I hate my life."
I look at her and say "I love you, you can do it this time"
I'm a 24 year old college student dating a 27 year old who has never attended college. His previous relationship was with a much younger girl (she was legal, at least.) She was into meth a little at the beginning of the relationship, but became heavily addicted over the course of three years. Her front teeth began to decay from smoking it, her hair became ratty and unhealthy, and her skin was broken out all the time. She didn't work. As in, EVER. She would go to "job interviews" which my boyfriend later discovered meant she was really smoking meth with her friends. She was constantly shoplifting, lying, and eventually began having sex with other guys so she could afford to continue her habit. My boyfriend finally gave up on her. She immediately began dating someone else, and quickly got pregnant. Just recently, my boyfriend and I heard that she actually had the baby, and low and behold: it's a girl. Now, what are the chances that this child, being supported by working peoples' tax dollars, is going to grow up to be anything more than a drug-addicted prostitute?
I moved from Miami to Caldwell a few years ago.
Idahoans seems really aware of the dangers of hard substances.
I'm not saying I haven't seen some marijuana use.
But nothing else.....yet.
Demerol.....Best of both Worlds
Anonymous Addict in recovery,63 years old. More than 24 years clean. Professional person in the Information Technology field. Started using alcohol and bennies in the 7th grade, graduated to barbutates and reefer in late fifties. Started using herion in the summer of 1962 and continued to use until 1967 when I got busted for illegal use of narcotics and possession of a hypodermic syringe and was sentenced to 6 mos to 7 years. I did 2 1/2 years and then was released on parole. Part of the condition of parole was to be tested with naline (a narcotic antagonist that counteracts the effects of narcotics) to determine if I was clean. Found the Fellowship Of Narcotics Anonymous while doing time. Attending meetings helped you look good for the parole board. Stayed clean 9 months before relasping on cocaine. Made a geographical move to Boise where I started hanging around the local bars. Drinking and meeting people who were doing all kinds of drugs: Pot, hash, cokeand heroin. Somebody always knew somebody who knew somebody where we could score.
Ended back up in the criminal justice system in Boise where I was on my way to the state penitentiary. Got a play from the judge and was sentenced to probation with the penitentiary suspended. Hooked back up with the Fellowship of Narcotics Anonymous attended the meetings, got a sponsor, worked the 12 steps and became involved in carrying the message of recovery to the addicts who are still using.
35 year-old media-relations professional.
Didn't do anything illegal until I was 23. Smoked pot and it quickly became a daily habit. Had some mental health issues two years later which forced me to quit. I don't believe marijuana caused my brush with insanity, but it made my breakdown possible.
Smoked a pack a day for 10 years - it's been eight months since my last smoke.
I'm a daily drinker and have been for three years, primarily because of my insomnia which I've struggled with since childhood.
Once or twice a year I'll buy an eighth of weed. It takes so little to get me where I need to be now that I can make a eighth last two months - smoking every evening when it's time to wind down.
I used to grow my own mushrooms, and injested them every weekend during that period - to my benefit, I believe. I've done acid whenever I could (can) get my hands on it. I apparently frequent the wrong circles as I rarely come across it.
I've flirted with meth on the weekends while in college. I now believe it to be an evil drug and will never touch it again. It was fun and soul-less - a scary combination when with the wrong people.
Pretty much the only class of drugs I didn't get into is opiates. I've tried smoking opium on a bed of hash a couple times, but it never really did it for me. I found it somewhat boring, though I have friends who thoroughly enjoy it. Different strokes, apparently.
I'm a Proffesional Engineer in my 30's. My drug ussage consists of marijuana daily, Alcohol a few times a week, psychadelics a couple times a year, and E once in a blue moon. I don't really look at my ussage as a problem. I look at the penalties I might face if ever arrested as a problem. I never use drugs before working, and don't feel that they interfere with my ability to be a good person. I've found that as i get older my overall use has decreased mostly due to other things that demand my time as well. I typically use pot as a way to wind down a little at the end of the day. I drink in social settings. and I use psychadelics when I'm at certain concerts and an occasional camping trip because I feel really refreshed after blowing my mind.
As a side note I haven't run out of pot since the 90's. Seems like drugs are pretty easy to come by. Where there are willing buyers, there will always be someone willing to sell if the price is right. And it seems like the quality of pot has continued to increase for the last 15-20 years. The quality of LSD has decreased over the last 5 or so years.
Drugs are definetly a big thing in boise believe it or not. the nightlife scene is a haven to drug use. i would say the easiest place to do, buy, or sell drugs is THE BALCONY CLUB. i have bought drugs there numerous times, even from the staff. on any given night, over half the crowd in the place will be on something....
I'm a 30-year-old federal government worker in Boise. I've been going to raves here for the last 10 years. During that time I have seen and engaged in a helluva lot of drug use. Before the scene was shut down in 2001, ecstacy, acid, and mushrooms were rampant at the parties. There were very few parties for a couple of years, but the rave scene has experienced a resurgence (yay!). The new generation of ravers (and the oldschool ones that still go) seem to be much more sober than we were in that idyllic late 90s vortex of electronica. However, the E that I have seen these days definitely seems to be of a lower quality, with more lame after-effects. Not sure what dealers are putting in it now, but I don't like it. Not nearly as much fun. It's quite a bit harder to find now. Apparently it's moved into the clubs, as the person who dumbly pointed out about the Balcony knows. (By the way, how many rap/hip hop songs now reference ecstacy use in their lyrics?! Boise police need to hit the clubs if they want to curb E use, instead of always harassing us ravers) Acid is around once in a blue moon, and the price has inflated from the $5 or less that it has been for decades. I'm pissed about that. I am MOST disturbed by the rapid rise in use of coke and meth, both in and out of the rave scene. I have seen too many friends become exclusionary assholes because of these drugs. They peer-pressure their friends to use them, and if they don't then the friend is not invited along in the future. What's the point of these stupid drugs anyway? Why not just drink a shit-ton of coffee or Sparks? Caffeine is fun, makes you talkative, and will keep you awake until you can't stand anymore. And it won't make you a dick! Coke is expensive and doesn't even last for an hour. And it makes you sniffle so annoyingly often that your friends want to punch you. "Research chemicals" like 2CB, 2CE, and 2CI are a hoot, we need more of those in town. Overall, my experience with drugs in Boise has been incredibly good and fun, except when I run into meth and coke use. It's bad shit, people! I'm sure some of you out there have functioned normally with a coke habit for years. But not everyone has the willpower to keep their lives from getting sucked down the shitter by that stuff. Please, don't pass your coke/meth addiction on to other people. You don't want it on your conscience that you caused someone's life to go up in smoke because you got them hooked on that shit. Sorry, I feel strongly about this. End of longuiloquence.
I am a 36 year old mother of 2 teenage boys. College educated, prior mental health professional, artist. I started drinking when I was 11years old, by 15 I was smoking pot every chance I could get, and was doing acid and mushrooms. As a child and adolescent I always felt nervous, scared and completely uncomfortable in my own skin. Somehow I got through high school, but started getting into coke at 16 while I fell in love with an addict (but I couldn’t tell, because we were using together). Had a child and got clean from most drugs, but still stayed in that life, because I felt I had to stay with my son’s father. I had three years of hell, we were homeless for a while, and he became more insane and violent over time. Poverty, sexual abuse, criminal problems was my whole experience. I finally left him while I was pregnant with our second son, started going to college, and never looked back (except for hiding my identity and whereabouts, so that he couldn’t find me and kill me). I was lucky I was able to stay clean and found a fabulous husband, who adopted my sons, and like I said I never looked back. That is, until recently. My oldest son has become an addict and now I am trying to live through this from the other side.
My husband and I have tried everything to help him; it has taken all our time, money, and energy for the last 3 years. Our health insurance only covers 2 days of chemical dependency treatment, which is useless. Now he is facing his 3rd arrest and 3rd felony charge within 9 months of turning 18..
I have recently learned that alcoholism and addiction is a disease, one that as a society we do little about. It is the most discriminated against disease, with no support from the community, and nothing but harsh judgments from people on a personal level. They think and say “only if he wasn’t so weak” or “if they would have been decent parents”. My son’s biological father is an addict, my father and both grandparents, and my sister are all alcoholics/addicts (in recovery), and my son has had the support and love of a good family, but genetics won in the end. He did not choose to be an addict, he is sick and he, his family and society are greatly suffering from it. It is impossible for anyone to understand what it is like for an addict, when they are not one. It is a brain disease, a lot like bi-polar disorder or depression. Telling an addict “Just don’t do drugs”, is like telling a severely depressed person to “just cheer up”. Our jails and prisons are FULL of people suffering from the disease of alcoholism/addiction. As a society that costs us more money than treatment. My son is a good person underneath his sickness. We are losing too many good people to this disease, and instead of building community support and funding treatment centers we are building more prisons. Having drugs be illegal and criminal is insane and not helping at all. Punishing people for being sick is not helping our society. Every addict in prison has mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, sons, and daughters that are suffering both emotionally, and financially.
I am 18 and a freshman at BSU. I work with special ed kids and adults with mental disabilities. Although I'm not as in to drugs (mainly weed) as i used to be, i still enjoy it and find myself drinking more now that im living on campus. Ive tried numerous drugs inclduing pills, E, Weed, shrooms, acid... and am trying salvia this weekend. i am intriguid by the possibility of falling into your own self and discovering personal epiphanies through drug use. i enjoy an occasional high but quit the heavy use for my new job. i want to explore, discover and try. i drink alot more, come on, its so much easier to do a shitload of homework with a couple coronas. i started drinking and smoking weed and the ripe age of 13. the first time i got drunk was off my fathers alcohol. ive been to and thrown many parties.
i think in our society today drugs are more taboo than they should be. i like the idea of being young and reckless and dying early. that way ill know ive had fun.
This is a confession from one of the most notorious partakers in illegality, debauchery and social stigma’s since Hunter S. Thompson. I come from an upper class family and was a spoiled only child. Growing up I had the luxury of traveling the world and had every opportunity at my fingertips to get an Ivy League education. But, my parents were extremely strict, to the point that rock bands like Nirvana and TV shows like the Simpson’s were off limits. Forget a glass of wine. My Mom was in the medical field and HATED cigarettes smokers with a passion usually reserved by most people for lawyers or the IRS. I grew up with the notion that drug users were helpless, hopeless, and undeniably uneducated. When I hit my mid teens I skillfully maneuvered the tops off of the whiskey bottles in the dusty liquor cabinet, but still preached to my friends as to why they should never smoke weed. I used to say “Don’t you care about your critical thinking skills?”
Everything changed for me when I left home after a huge fight over blowjobs with my Mom. My stance was: “It really isn’t sex. If it can’t make a baby your still a virgin.” Her stance: “you could get Chlamydia in your throat!!!” I left Mom’s house for the enigmatic suburbs of San Francisco where I blew all caution to the wind and decided that you only live once…. So I tried everything once. (Or twice.) I went from a nerdy Sci-Fi obsessed kid to a cocaine dealer in about two months Learning how to cut product and weigh it as a novice. . I remember those days with a fond sentimentality. I tripped on Mushrooms about three times a week at the beach, snorted rails bigger than Tony Hawk has ever seen, and smoked weed like it necessary to stay alive or to perform almost any task. I dropped out of college and let my downward spiral commence. One night I had enough cocaine in the trunk of my car to kill a small horse, and enough weed to supply at least one of the high schools in the area. Too make a long story short; I got pulled over. Then the most miraculous event that has ever touched my life occurred. As we were sitting on the curb, our ID’s in hand, faces long and that feeling of impending doom rattling in our stomachs the K9 unit pulled up. My memory always recalls this moment in slow motion. The police man and his dog approached the trunk of my car, when suddenly…right before they opened the trunk…. every policeman on the scene got a call on their walk talkies that a man had just been stabbed at the nearby Block Buster…and then just like that…they were all gone. Events like the one I just described have curiously followed me my entire life. (Knock on wood!) I have never spent a night in jail or been arrested. I have a completely clean record.
At 19 I left Silicon Valley for the glorious Portland streets. Like many other kids on the street I was from the burbs and didn’t have to be homeless. It was just a lot more fun than going home and apologizing for not contributing to society in the correct fashion. It was like Lord Of the Flies meets the Lost Boys, except with a lot of acid, heroin, meth, coke, ecstasy and anything else that we could get our hands on. I spent a few years on the streets living for free, taking advantage of all the social services set up for minors and partying for days on end. Wreaking general havoc on myself and any good “citizen” that crossed my path while I was on a bender. “Watcha want? Watcha need? I’m a walking pharmacy!” Was our catch phrase. I began shooting up. I never shared needles and was the cleanest little junkie you ever met. (I would only mix my drugs with Evian water). We would sneak into hotels at night, smoke meth and then lower ropes down the side of the buildings for our friends to climb up. We would then terrorize the pedestrians below with slingshots full of all kinds of unsavory matter. In two years I shot heroin, coke, meth, and any other interesting combination that you can think of between them all. I even shot LSD one time…I really don’t recommend that. On the Portland streets we had a song. (To the tune of “I don’t want to grow up I’m a Toys R Us kid: “I don’t want to grow up I’m a Portland Street Kid. There’s so many drugs that I can fuck with! From crack cocaine to Mary Jane, it’s so much fun to destroy my brain! I don’t want to grow up because if I did I wouldn’t be a Portland Street Kid. Mommy wow! I’m a junkie now!”) I have done every drug in the book and gotten away unscathed. (So far).
Now I’m a good little full time college student and I’ll be graduating within the next two years. You would never know any of this by looking at me. How did I turn out with all of my minerals in tact? I really don’t know. But I do think that you MUST have a strong mind to get through a serious drug hobby / collection the way that I did. You must realize that the good times cannot last forever. I miss the cat and mouse game with the police and I miss the criminal element of the entire drug “game” between users who were not counting their dollars as closely as I was. I will say that everything I learned on the street applies very closely to accounting and business.
The whole time I was in the scene I would occasionally remind myself that I was not going to be here forever. I felt as if I was a journalist on assignment, undercover. Sometimes I really do miss shooting up. That is the truth. There really is nothing like the instantaneous body orgasm it evokes. It’s like riding a bike too, way too easy to back in that fast lane. But I have just found other things to do. I keep myself very busy with work and school. I’m not saying that I’m totally clean and sober….I just know my limits. I’ve been across, under, and over them. The other side is defiantly interesting (ride the snake!) and body orgasms are nice. But, I think that my personal and more sustainable bliss comes from proving people wrong.
Now in Boise, the Treasure Valley is bland and boring and I am still searching for that damn Treasure. If beer and football are not on your personal “fun menu” you are up shit creek in this town. Alas, there is plenty of meth (yuk) and cola (cut with crank and ora-gel). The ecstasy here is middle of the road (but I’m a coinsure) and pure MDMA requires a road trip. The heroin is shitty, (but thank god we are close to Portland for that and the grass). Once Boise gets just a little bit bigger, then I am almost sure that our drug selection will reach an acceptable metropolitan standard. What we need is a better business bureau for drug dealers. “How’s my dealing?” bumper stickers. A website with a 5 star rating system (like itunes) that includes promptness, reliability, quality and courtesy. “Well y’know Bob is really great with the hallucinogenics but don’t count on him for the snow.” It’s a business and it should be legal and taxed. People sometimes ask me if I feel guilty for the girls that die transporting narcotics from third world countries like in the film “Maria Full of Grace”. My answer is if it was legal then those people would not have to resort to such disgusting tactics to evade detection. I wish that when I bought a bag, I could know that part of my purchase went to help the families in the village defend against the invading rebel armies. If I could get high and buy the village a clean water well it would be a win, win situation. Trust me, I want to give back and help the communities that grow the coca plants. If only I could help them legally!
In the words of Doug Stanhope: “Boredom is a disease worse than cancer. Drugs cure it with little or not side effects if taken properly. People who don’t like drugs are only the people who have had a bad experience with them or who have never done them.”
If you can’t handle your drugs go to rehab…but don’t ruin it for all of the functioning addicts out there. Some people drink and watch football, screaming at the TV for hours as if it will have an affect on the outcome of the game. Some people take mushrooms and talk to trees for hours. Some people would rather play World of War Craft for a week then talk to another human being. Others enjoy porn to the point that the real thing isn’t as satisfying anymore. Some people find golf relaxing, some people go hunting (and some hunt and drink), some people like museums, and some people like to snort powder and smoke illegal grass (and / or do all the above-mentioned stuff at the same time.)
Whatever your poison, if your not driving a motor vehicle or harming anyone but yourself, shouldn’t you have the right? They just found out that Teflon gives you cancer, so I feel pretty safe betting that bug spray and hair dye probably does too. The truth is that smoking a pack of cigarettes in three days is worse for you than shooting a little 5cc nightcap of Heroin! Don’t worry folks! It’s just prohibition right now, and eventually Coca Cola will get it’s bite back. Until then we have to break the law to get our kicks. Boise is no different than any other growing metropolitan region, and the more kids those Mormons keep popping out the faster this town is going to grow. With all those Mormons and their fairy tale fantasy world comes a bunch of easy influenced, fantasy prone children that will start questioning reality (and hopefully authority) as soon as they get out from under their home schooling. With more people comes more curiosity. Amen.
I'm a Pharmacist. Damn, and I know better! Thus, I have access to any pharmaceutical we have in inventory. Yes, the company monitors inventory, counts the pills and balances the books to make sure no narcotics are disappearing. But... I have personally pulled at least 100+ hydrocodone tablets every week or more over the last 2 years and no one was the wiser. I found a creative way to manipulate the "system" and was home free. I did this for about 2 years, and was up to 20 tabs a day of generic Norco 10 (200mg hydrocodone per day) when I started getting just plain tired of having to consume so many tablets a day, waking up in the morning sick, needing 5 tabs to just start my day, and risking acetaminophen toxicity as well, plus risking career, license, job, wife, kids, home, cars, life... you get the idea. I realized this was a one-way trip to hell, and I was knocking on the door. Reminds me of the old Guns-n-Roses song "Mr Brownstone"...."that ol' man he's a real motherfucka gonna take you on down the line...used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it so a little got more and more" as only Axel can sing it. Anyway, I finally pulled my head out of my ass and did something to clean myself up. Was not easy... as any narc addict can tell you withdrawls are hell. But, they eventually subside and I have been clean now just a month, as of today actually, and I know its one-day-at-a-time. Goodby Mr Brownstone, you lose this game. I win!
I am a 22 year old female recovering meth addict. I started using meth when i was 15 but only occasionally. I first got it from a coworker at the fast food place i worked at. I fell in love. I bought meth in the bathroom of my high school. I started using heavily after my boyfriend went to prison for drug trafficking. I first started snorting meth then smoking and finally shooting it. I ran a crack house for awhile with people always coming over to hang out, use, and deal out of my house. i guess if you are friends with your dealer it works out...for awhile. i've been in rehab twice, this time i graduated. 8 months clean but everyday is still hard. i have pictures on my head of what it was like to shoot up and recurring thoughts of using. seeing that mental picture of the needle in my hand makes me wish i wasnt clean. its a scary thought to think i would give up all i have today for a lifetime of getting high, nothing can replace that feeling. i've also tried coke, shrooms, and acid but didn't like them. i shot up meth laced with heroin and i got sick. i've sold meth and perscription pills oxycotin, hydrocodone, norco, morphine. its hard, drugs are around more than people know, or are willing to admit.
I have read these blogs with great interest. And am interested, amazed, saddened and the like. I am fifty three years old and first drank alcohol at about age seven. I drank to the point of inoxication, sneaking sips of my mom's wine. I have alcoholism on both sides of my family, my mom is seventy nine and my dad is seventy six, they are not together, and they both smoke pot. After I drank at an early age. My brother, who is five years older then me, got into what's called "huffing" glue, we just called it sniffing glue. He taught me how to do it at about ten or eleven. Then when he got into pot he got me to smoke it with him. So, I was pre-disposisioned, and doomed from the start. I sniffed glue on my on till I was about twelve or so. My brother took allot of drugs, did allot of acid and those types of drugs, I think he did heroin and everything you could get or do. He ended up in a mental hosptial when he was around eighteen, it really through me for a loop, I didn't know what mental illness was and he as really messed up. This kept me off drugs for a few years, I drank some and was sort of anti drug. I stayed off drugs through out junior high and high school. Then when I was out of high school, I took up pot smoking on a regular basis. I moved to Boise in '78 from the L.A. area. I am a guitarist and got in a bar band playing country music in the early eighties. I always had dreams of being a rock star, instead I played in bars up to six nights a week and got to get payed to feed my addiction. I drank and smoked pot and played music. I want to get to my point here. I played in bars for like twenty years and never got a DUI or any drug related busts. But ended up having my wife divorce me after twenty years, I caused much pain and embarassment to my only daughter who is going to be thirty this year. I ended up getting three DUI's between 1998 and 2003, I got clean and sober in 1994, but went back, I got clean and sober in 1998, but went back out. I rolled a car and got a DUI in 2003. I have spend much money and been through hell mostly from drinking. I had settled on just smoking pot. I got busted in Nov. 2006 in Utah, I had a little plant and some pot and a pipe. I got busted for felony cultivation, possesion, having a pipe, and of course speeding. It was a horrible ordeal and I was able to "buy" my way out of what could have ended up a prison sentence. God has always seem to love me and I have been through things and shouldn't be alive. I know this is a long story and I appologize for that. I have been through out patient treatment two times. I have been court ordered to attend AA. This time, I went to Narcotics Anonymous on my own, I got clean and sober in Tucson, AZ., but am back here in Boise. I have not drank or done any mind altering substances for almost nine months. It has been very difficult, but I am learning to live life on life's terms. I am growing and want to continue this, this time. I am sorry for this long drawn out story. But my experience has been mostly negative, I have spent enough money on pot to own a cabin in McCall a Lear-Jet, a Porsche and maybe all three. I am sorry for that. If you are an addict or alcoholic or both, really are. It never gets better. It is a progressive disease. If you are what is called a "normie" then that's cool too. But, I had to find a different way to live. I am terrified of jail. I have learned that I am an addict in all areas of my life. I am learning more everyday. My hope is that people get help before it is to late. There is more love in Recovery then anywhere I have ever been. I am not a very good speller and am sorry for any miss-spelled words. I am glad to share my story. If you think you need help, you probably do. Call the local AA office or the local NA office and go to a meeting. Thanks to the Boise Weekly for this idea.
I'm a 23 year old massage therapist and mom, and I smoke pot. I just want to point out one obvious thing that I have noticed as I have gotten older: EVERYONE I know either smokes pot now, has smoked it in the past, or KNOWS someone who smokes it. Before I turned 18, just my close friends knew about pot. As soon as I hit the magic number, I found out my mom, dad, aunt, uncle, cousin, friends parents, and neighbors ALL smoked it too! For being an illegal drug, there is ALOT of pot in Boise. My conclusion? Almost everyone smokes pot, so why keep dragging around that old dog called the 'War on drugs'? I say we bury it. Everyone knows Reefer Madness was Bologna with a capitol B. The people who talk down about pot and the people who smoke it are just self righteous, smug people who like to think they're above it or who just couldn't handle their own mind when they tried it! I'm responsible. I don't do it around my kids, I don't get high and operate heavy machinery. I just get stoned and clean my house, browse the internet, and eat some munchies. What's so bad about that?
My name is Deana. I am a business owner and hard working tax payer. I am 44, and have epilepsy, I am on heavy meds, addicted if you will, prescribed by my Doctor. I cannot drive or operate machinery. If I stop taking my meds suddenly, I am at risk of death due to seizures. It makes me sick, literally every day I throw up due to my meds, headaches, dizziness, hardening of arteries. With prolonged use, the meds will damage my liver, veins, and I have been told that in another ten years or so, it will start atrophy of brain cells. litterally turm my brain to jelly. The only remedy?? pot. I would smoke it every day, every hour, if I could find it. When I was preggers with my first, who is 23 now; when asked if I do drugs I told every doc that I do smoke pot. every one of them told me " I don't mean that, what about coke? alcahol? cigarettes?" I have never hidden the fact That i do pot. I am not ashamed , and I don't feel guilty, ever! The only regret I have, I was legal in Oregon, and I moved here. Just last year, I told another neurologist the same thing, and got the same response, he doesnt mean pot when he asks about drug use. So Far I haven't met a doctor who does, and I have had many,and every one of them ask the same questions.
The drugs that mess me up are prescribed,legally, many times I have debated taking them, even though I know that I must. Now why can't my doctor prescibe me the remedy also?
my storie is pritty typical in some ways, not in other ways . Drugs have been a part of my life since I was in the womb.my mother smoked pot .my parents smoked pot my whole life .In fact ,quit openly in front of us ,and then when we were "old enogh"whith us.they were also addicted to meth and used that openly in front of us also but not Whith us (thank God).I was a typical white trash Garden city kid w/ meth addicted parents.I've been smokink pot since I was 12. my brothers were much younger 9 and 10 .and I've been drinking since then also.I'm proud to say I've been sober from alchohol for 11 months . When I was 15 I started exp. w/ LSD, alot.I did so much I can't remember about a year of my life .I went to school high I went home high .I only wieghed 95 lbs.Nobody did any thing becouse I stayed out of trouble some how I guess I just never got caught. So while I am doing pot and lsd and alchohol I start to exp. w/ meth .by this time I was homeless and living wherever I could usualy w/ my other homeless friends were ever they wre staying and I just felt like I didn't had any other choice.meth had caused my parents to F-up and the situation I was in. I didn't have no where else to turn to.Something happened in my mind I just felt miserable. This is what every one is DYING for? I didn't get it .I only did meth 2 times.I got back together w/ my family and my parents got sober from meth. I'ts a miracle that I thank God for every day.That was when I was 17.By then I had to quit lsd because I started having bad trips, I was also very paranoid feeling ,which is a lasting affect that I still suffer from occationaly.I also quit smoking pot .So I had to find a new drug and began to realy drink heavily do coke and mushrooms. Vodka and taquilla were my favorites .I would buy a half gallon on friday after work and it would be gone by monday morning.I was a typical trashy party girl by then and ........I got pregnant. so I sobered up . after I had the baby I had realy grown up and my drinking habits were very controled.I felt normal I guess.Then I started having other problems w/ food, depression ,paranoia ,nightmares . Being sober was a B****.When I lost 85 lbs.,I dint have a drug any more since I had given up abusing food, once again I had to find a replacement. So I've turned back to pot . This time for the medicinal properties. I'm also taking my prescribed drugs for depression .With out pot and lexapro I'm a complete a**h****.My brothers didn't get as lucky as me ,There in prison. If your wondering why I call my self lucky its becouse.I'm alive ,you would never know any of that about me if you just saw me on the street, or talk to me in the grocerie line . I'm a middle class buissnes owner, I have a sucsesfull marrage ,adorable kids, nice house, car ,healthy looking,I have it all.After all I've been through I deserve it.
I am a sixteen year old drop out currently trying to find a job. I've been drinking, smoking pot, taking pills, smoking cigarettes, taking hallucigens, and huffing since I was fourteen. I won't go near "scary" drugs like E, meth, crack, heroin but I don't consider myself a heavy drug user except for pot. I think that drugs open your eyes to things that a sober person could never see. Both of my parents are alcoholics and I think that alcohol is one of the scariest drugs of all. I think weed should be legal. Acid changed my life forever for the better. Pot calms down my anxiety and makes me a happier person in general, whether or not constantly "being on a drug" comforts me. Then again, a huge part of me doesn't cosider weed a drug. I'm sure that if I hadn't been introduced to drugs and alcohol(especially at an early age)I would have stayed in school, I would have a job, I wouldn't have my reputation, and my life would be "on track" but I don't really regret anything I've experienced because I feel like the knowledge I've obtained is worth it.
Oh, yeah and knowing the right people helps A LOT.
I adore hydrocodone! My sophomore year in highshcool, my secret Santa in one of my classes gave me 5, 10 mg hydrocodone. I had never even touched alcohol before, so I was a little nervous but I took one later that evening, and I felt good... I mean really good!
Since then I have dabbled in coke, marijuana, and muscle relaxants. None of them really turned me on.
Now I'm 19, and I'm still the seemingly perfect straight A student, but I have a secret affection for pharmaceuticals.
1. My soul feels trapped in a time where no one cares about the well being of others. People are alone crying in the dark silent tears afraid that if someone sees them shed their pain they will be judged and defined as “ weak “. There are heartless evil men and women running free destroying the lives of innocent children, men and women. Families no longer stand next to each other in a time of need, instead they close their eyes and pretend not to see the pain and grief that there own kin is going through. The word “Friendship” is no longer valued as a priceless treasure it is taken in and thrown to the forgotten winds, only to be looked passed and judged for wrong doings and never praised for kindness and generosity. If a promise is made to you by someone it should be followed through with, if you promise something to someone live up to the integrity that is expected by such a small yet powerful word. I believe in my heart that when a friendship is offered, it should be accepted for it takes a lot of trust to offer a part of your heart over to a stranger hoping for reciprocation in the devotion you put in that sacred gift. At this point in my life I have a hard time believing in anyone, and sometimes I even have a hard time trusting myself. In saying that I mean I wear my heart on my sleeve and I don’t stop to listen to what my mind is trying to tell my heart. To often through out my life I have been taken advantage of by the people that I hold dearest to my heart. Everyday I feel my spirit breaking more and more making it almost impossible to bear the pain. I feel as though my heart is locked up and the key is scattered between the people I’ve loved, lost, hurt, and who have turned away from my friendship. I know that I am a good person, I have made mistakes in my life none of which I am proud, but there is no way of going back in time to try and make right of what I did wrong. But I can however take more kind actions if ever I am placed in the same situations, and walk away knowing that I am a better person. As humans I feel we have a divine instinct within us all which allows us to feel the intentions of other humans and if we should feel threatened, betrayed, or hurt it is second nature to feel angry and form a barrier around our emotions, disabling the chance to trust anyone who might come into our lives. I also believe that trust is the hardest attribute to obtain and in that matter the hardest to give and if we cannot portray giving or receiving trust we feel emptiness within our souls. Sadly enough we look for way’s to feel that void anyway possible, some will try to replace it with sex, some with vanity, material items, others just simply give up on life and all who are in it. In my case I chose selfishness, a drug so manipulative and powerful once you introduce it to your system there is no turning back. I then experienced Meth when I was thirteen not knowing that from that moment on I would never be the same, I found myself lying, cheating and stealing. I also found that after quite some time that it makes you lose the person you truly are on the inside. I was so blinded by everything around me making excuses for my behavior, hurting everyone around me that I never noticed my family “ my whole life” had fallen apart, by that time it was to late, I couuldn’t stop using the one thing that masked the pain I had been dealing with my entire life. I knew that if i wwa to stop using I wouldn’t be numb to the hurt and the pain and I would then have to be accountable for the pain I was feeling and the pain I had inflicted upon other people. As odd as it may sound my journey with drugs actually taught me a lot about myself and about the people I was surrounding myself with. I can’t say that I am proud of what happened during my drug use but I can and will say I don’t regret it, because the experiences I had and things I have done made me the strong person I am today. Being sober is the most amazing and rewarding thing I have done for myself and for those people I love. If by reading this you can take one thing from what I have said or done and use it to positively change your life I feel that my purpose has some what been fulfilled, so the next time you decide to light your glass pipe, or fill up a rig, take a moment and ask yourself “ Is this where I imagined my life to be as a child?”. Learn to love yourself and find the best drug around, LIFE, it’s the greatest high you can ever achieve.
my neighborhood is cheap rentals and some foreign imported people. I have photos of massive drug activity.. once upon a time there was a beat up truck with 2 guys with grey hair obviously in a rush... i wrote down the lic no. but...this was valley county plates anyone with an i q over 40 could get those guys and the white powder... the dmb fk cops wanted to know my name where all this was happening... oh well I have photos of a dude with 3 bricks...allthe dummies i show the pics to wanna know if i called the cops hell i want to live a while some of the druggies use to hastle me they would posture evil at me...crimestoppers is a joke i called vern and they were gone quickly I filled the new neighbors with druggie stories so that they don't bother me if they are dealing they are quiet i must have more druggie stories...but this is enough for now
i left a drug story how about an
attempted home intrusion....??? its a shame about cops...they pick on old ladies when old ladies have an attempted intruder that s.o.b. would have killed me if you want the store call 208 9194407 and leave a message
25 yrs old. male. lifelong boise resident. landscaper & student @ BSU. I have smoked marijauna since the summer of '95. I am definetely hooked on the chronic. But if i cannot obtain said high potency, seedless ganja, i simply go without or drink an extra new castle before bed. From my experience, every person's body chemistry reacts differently to ingested chemical/organic substances. I have, in the past, smoked heroin maybe a dozen separate occasions over a summer. I have smoked/snorted cocaine recently, august 18 @ Rock the Bells in SanFran. Not my favorite, i find the come down unpleasant and doing cocaine makes everything except water taste funny. We also ate some excellent LSD @ 9380 ft above sea level on the lake right outside Yosemite Park. Truly a wonderous experiment in mind expansion. or brain cell death. But marijuana never tasted so sweet. So in conclusion, its about what you can handle. About half of the most beautiful experiences in my life were in the throws of mushroom or LSD trips in the mountains or Boise with family or close friends, but my trip doesn't take off 'till i inhale sweet, sweet reefer. Many concerts ( Tool, th' Shack*Shackers, Rancid, th' Rev, built to spill/halo benders) were highly enhanced due to LSD. Everything, esp. alcohol, in moderation is the key to successful drug use and life not controlled by substnce abuse. I smoke dank bud (marijuana) everyday at least once, so i am not perfect either. Blunts, horseshues & $1 black butte porter every thursday too... PRIMUS SUCKS!!!!!!!!
it was a gentle metemophris. she had a good job, kids, and me. overtime, friends, then meth;6 yrs of trying. it will not change, her dope and friends are more important than me.
what might seem a harmless distraction, turns into a habit tomorrow. habits like these are no fun. i found out medicating myself only made things worse. anybody out there go on a 4 to 6 week binge with some oxy's percocets and some cough medicine and don't forget the xanax to take the edge off. then run out of money or get tired of getting trashed. any of you people ever been dope sick. i truely believe its worse than death. so everybody out there keep thinking all is cool everything is under control until you can't cop.and all of a sudden things aren't fun anymore. you know not sleeping, not eating, sweats,depression anxiety, muscle aches, shakes, thoughts of suicide. fun right. good luck to you all. i'll be reading about you in the obituaries. rest in peace
I shot up today over off 8th street today around 2' clock.
You know what I find to be the most amazing thing about drugs? How effective the government's fear-based propaganda campaign was on me!
I am 34, and up until around a couple of years ago, I had never TOUCHED a drug in my life. I even failed at smoking tobacco. My friends would be pissed that I wasted one of their cigarettes when I coughed and hacked so much from one drag that I couldn't finish it.
Two years ago I was visiting some friends out of state when they asked if I wanted to smoke some pot with them. I was shocked! We were adults; professionals! Marijuana was a gateway drug! We'd be throwing our careers and lives away if it even touched our lips! The thought of it made my heart race with fear and my palms sweat. All of those after school specials and government anti-drug PSAs flooded my memory.
But my friends seemed so normal. They weren't the "potheads" I imagined all weed users to be. Besides, I had always been curious about what it felt like to be "high."
With trembling hands I took my first hit...and I hacked and coughed like I was 15 again. But after a few hits I got better at controlling my lungs' response to the smoke. I began to enjoy the sensation. We had a BLAST! And no one went on a drug-induced rampage, or broke into a pharmacy to steal Oxycontin, or plowed our cars into a school bus. We just laughed ourselves into a relaxed stupor and fell asleep.
The next day, we all got up, had breakfast (okay...lunch), and went on with our lives. My fears were unjustified. I still smoke marijuana only once or twice a year, socially, with my friends. I've never felt compelled to try any other drugs. Big Brother doesn't control me with fear anymore.
From the brilliant minds of the kottonmouth Kings..." A man should be judged by the quality of his work, not the quality of his piss."
Think about it.
I am 14 years old, and I am in 9th grade. Drugs are everywhere. Alcohol is everywhere. By this point, if you haven't tried weed, or alcohol, you are part of the minority. Though it is never said, if you are cool, and 'popular,' you drink, and you smoke. Usually, one of the first things asked upon talking about a newly met person, is the question, "Does he/she smoke or drink?" If the answer is no, some lose respect, or judge he/she on that fact, and conclude to not hang out with this person, for they will be no fun. If they answer is yes, some gain respect, and instantly make plans to drink with them. Some lose respect, and again, judge them. Most drink or smoke just for the sake of it. Or, for bragging rights. Yes, sadly getting intoxicated is quite the bragging right. Alcohol is used for guys to hook up with girls. A lot of girls are your best friend if you have hook-ups with alcohol/weed. Guys usually associate alcohol with getting girls drunk, and having promiscuous sex. Everyday, I see more and more kids slipping into the abyss of alcohol and drugs. The abyss I refer to is not substance use, but uncontrollable use. Many can smoke and drink, and get off fine, with good grades and all. The reason I smoke pot, is it brings me to another place. It reveals to me things I could never see. One of the most amazing stoned moments of my life was getting high and listening to John Coltrane. I was soaring. My body moved in ways I couldn't help, and it was as if I had discovered the meaning of life itself, and its divine beings. Afterwards, I feel completely refreshed and rejuvenated. Alcohol, on the other hand, I am not such a huge fan of. I feel stupid, and not myself at all. Then, afterwards I feel completely out of it. A few shots to bring me down is fine. But I try to stay away from binge drinking. Mushrooms I am not so sure of, as the many, many sotires of friends acuiring fake ones scare me away. Acid seems to be non-existent. At my age, you are defined by the methods of escaping from the drawl of everyday life, whether it is simply reading a book, or smoking a joint. In conlusion: Like Peter Tosh said, Legalize It!
I'm 15
I work in a supposed "drug free environment". Yes they make you sign a drug free workplace contract(is that what you would call it?) Your lead staff says after you sign the contract that they do random drug testing. I have worked there for a while, asked many people...none have been done.
What is the point of having these supposed "drug free workplaces" contracts when you don't test?
Last winter rolled around, and it was time to hit the slopes. First run of the day I fly down a cat track going fast and catch an edge...fucking break my arm much worse than I have broken it before.
The doc at the ER prescribes me Norco, and a shit load of it too. I start to take the Norco at the ER and the pain goes away. After 2 weeks of being in a splint I go in for surgery...my doctor then prescribes Vicodin.
I heal up an still have at least 15 of Norco and 10 of Vicodin.
I hate the Norco because it makes me feel like the room is spinning and I cant breathe.
I found my bottle of Vicodin during the summer. Not addicted at all. Just one or two here and there about every 3 weeks I will take one. Relaxes me.
Once again what is the point of a "Drug free work place" if its not being enforced?
My opinion is as long as your not high at work you should be free to use drugs at your own discretions.
I'm a 21 year old chef. I smoke pot everyday, and drink almost everyday. Mushrooms, when they're around. Especially on the Greenbelt and the lovely Boise river. And of course, being into drugs in Boise, you eventually run into meth. That stuff sucks, steals your soul, and makes ya look like a damn zombie. Didn't happen to me, but Ive seen it. In the 3.5 years that I've been a legal adult, i have racked up 6 marijuana related criminal charges. These are also the only crimes on my record. I don't see what makes me a criminal though. I get up every morning, go to work sober, and when i get home after my 8 hours, i get BAKED. I don't hurt anyone, Ive never been in a fight, i dont steal...Even when im drunk, im totally harmless. I don't even drive. Ever. The things that Ada County has and is about to put me through cause me and my family way more harm than my daily bonghits. I'm semi-shocked that "real" drugs like pills, coke, meth, and heroin are as common as weed, and just as illegal. Politics suck, and it hurts me and millions of families everywhere.Please, legalize it already, and go bust a crackhead...
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