Story time for the old farts

I have been discovering that lots of people who post here are older than I would have imagined.


So it's time, someone will actually listen (me at least). Tell us your cool drug stories, the time you narrowly missed getting busted, the best pot you ever had, your smuggling tales, your "how the fuck did I get here" stories, you get to post if you are over 50 or if you are recounting stories from someone you know or knew that was over 50.


Deal? I'm going to visit one now - he tells the story of smuggling LSD but I can't finish till I get back from teaching him how to roast coffee.

canndo said:

you get to post if you are over 50 or if you are recounting stories from someone you know or knew that was over 50.

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Your loss, I'm 49.

Perfect example and just happend.
I used to sell Mj. I used to sell A LOT of it. Matter fact I even distributed it sometimes. Sometimes I would pick up a half pound other times just a QP. Anyways Halloween night I re-uped a QP of nice indoor grown Kush, 112.6 grams on the dot and was on my way back home from a long trip and being halloween night I was in a real hurry. Going down this main road and the speed limit is 45mph me being selfish and in a rush decide to go 60. blue lights come on and I'm like fuck my life. Pull over and the officer is in his car for a little probably running my tags. Halfway to my car he gives me this look. OH boy did I already know.... he could smell the skunk lingering around my car. The first thing he says to me is that he smelt MJ as soon as he stepped out of his car and i told him no sir there is deff no MJ in this vehicle. So that being said he asks to search the vehicle and I refuse. Who in the right mind wouldn't. Long story short he calls for the K9 Unit and they sure as hell go crazy as soon as they were 3 feet near my car. FUCK MY LIFE is all I could think. Some of the Sherrifs were literatly praising eatch other saying oh this was a big one. I lost $1050 and was taken to the local county Detention center on the spot. I had court yesterday and I was sentenced to 2 years Supervised Probation, 90 days of E.M. House arrest and weekly UA's. This is my first 24 hours being free for 28 days.

Sorry didn't see the 50 years of age part lol I'm currently 19 :/

Fiend4The$ said:

Sorry didn't see the 50 years of age part lol I'm currently 19 :/

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HA! epic fail

VLRD.Kush said:

HA! epic fail

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Not an epic fail at all if you ask me. Young chap is going thru some rough times right now let him be.

I did four hits of Orange Sunshine in the 70s. Nick Sand, the chemist who supposedly made Orange Sunshine says the DEA told him that every hit of Orange Sunshine they ever measured was exactly 300*µ. Not 299µ or 301µ. Exactly 300. Whatever. If that's true I did 1.2 milligram which would be considered a "Heroic" dose. So, I should get a Rollitup Merit Badge or something

Here, I'll break the rule for you. Enjoy.

I went to an alternative high school. 14 kids in 2 classes, with 4 teachers. End of my senior year (they were kicking me out with a diploma, I didn't actually qualify to graduate but they did NOT ever want to see me again, so they caved.)


Our senior "trip" consisted of a dozen kids and 4 teachers going to a nature area, very close to the city, but a bit isolated. We drove ourselves in our own cars, no buses, and about 1/2 of us were over 18 at the time. It had a small river running through a valley that had been cut out by erosion over a few undred thousand years. This left very steep sides, and a river at the bottom of the valley.


Around 4PM a buddy and I sucked on some blotter. I can tell you back in the late 70s it was some serious shit. You did NOT take 2 hits unless you were on day 2 of a bender, and certainly not in uncontrolled situations.


K and I started wandering up the river. We very quickly hit dense brush and needed to go in the water. The water had lots of flat rocks, some wet, some slimy, some safe, that we wouold hop on.


We wandered for an hour as the acid kicked.


And then god turned off the lights. Yes, lowercase 'g'.


It seems that since we were the valley, when the sun went down it was FAST. 1 minute we were safe, having fun, the next we were fucked. We hung out for a few minutes, deciding what to do, and then turned around and started back. Within a short while it was almost pitch black, no moon, a tiny sliver of starlight, and rushing water over sharp hard rocks.


We could not tell the difference between a slimy wet rock under an inch of water and a damp rock we could walk on.


That is when I remembered I had a single short green glowstick. Just 1. It fit in the palm of my hand. I cracked it (remembering, peaking hard on the blotter at this point), and the green waves of light over the water were incredible.


Shielding my eyes with my hand, directing the light on the rocks using my palm, we slowly hopped back down the river, and REJOICED when we saw the campfire.


No one got hurt.


The next day K wend down to the river, spent 30 seconds on the rocks, slipped, and broke his forearm. Serious break, arm hanging at a 60% angle, a bit of blood, a bit of bone protrusion. Mostly sober. That'll teach him to stay out of the river unless he's tripping.

Have another.



In 78 Pink Floyd was touring, playing the Wall. But they did NOT tour. They were playing in 2 locations in the US, one each coast, a dozen+ shows each. You wanted to see them, you went to them, not the other way around.


My big bro R and I bought a couple of tickets on the radio station bus. It would be a 2 hour trip each way.


Prep mode: Melt a sheet of window pane in the microwave in some water. I miss windowpane! I had about 100 hits in liquid at that point, with a dropper being about 4 hits worth.


Grab the bottle of wine, eat a bit of codiene (my back was acking), grab the pot (we'd be smoking about an oz on the bus on the way up, sharing of course), and grab the whippets.


Settling in on the bus I snorted a dropperful of the LSD liquid. 4ish hits. I figured I'd be an hour into the peak as we arrived. We didn't leave for about 30 minutes, so it was kicking a bit as the bus moved. I had a continuous stream of radio station DJs wander over, asking for a dropperful. I had PLENTY to share.`


We drank the bottle of wine on the way, and had a hell of a bus ride. The crowds trying to get in were HUGE, most of them did NOT have tickets, and we had to be escorted through a police cordon into the arena. A wall of blue while tripping is NOT a happy sight, but it was protecting me from the mob, so it was OK.


The concert started, yes, the seats were great.


During Comfortably Numb, we broke out the whippets. Big bro hands me full balloon, I suck down and hand back, and then.
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hmmm.


I wonder what is going on?


The singer is standing on the top of the wall, backlit with a spotlight, and it is shining in the audience, DIRECTLY at me.


It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, muting the sound.


My vision starts to tunnel, the singer is getting smaller, further away, fading, I can barely see him.

I'm hot.

I'm sweaty.

Wow, my heart is POUNDING. I wonder why?

hmmm.

The world goes silent.

The singer goes away.

I'm left with my thoughts.

About 60 seconds later (I can tell because my bro told me)....

I realized I wasn't breathing. It was a strictly intellectual discovery, no panic, since why should I care?


I thought about it for a bit longer, and then realized I WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

That alone was not enough to get me going again.

I thought about how my brother would have to tell my dad he killed me.

Would not be a good scene.

So I decided to start breathing again.


BIG LOUD GASP.


Turn to 'R': DO NOT GIVE ME ANY MORE WHIPPETS!


Later on: Hmm. codeine, alcohol, whippets = BAD!!!!!!!


I was 14 at the time.

Just before separating from the USMC at Camp Pendleton in 1970 I went to a reliable seller in Laguna Beach who I had bought acid from before. Told him I wanted 200 hits of Orange Sunshine. He freaked at first wondering if it was a setup but he finally went to get it. Came back with only 140 hits as the bigger guy was out. So he brought the difference in Chocolate Mescaline. Got home a week later to discover Jimi Hendrix was playing in Albuquerque 10 days later. But buddies knew I was coming home and bought me a ticket.

Off we go to ABQ in a cool 1968 SS396 with a grocery sack (literally ) of high grade Mexican bud, half the LSD and half the mescaline. Got there way too early so we cruised down Route 66 through ABQ and stopped in front of the UNM campus there on central. A bunch of hippies were playing frisbee and humming "Ommmmmm". The guy driving the car was an Army reservist and I had just left the Marines so no hair at all for us two. The other 2 guys were just guys, you know?

Called this hippy over to the car and handed him a few mescaline caps and about 10 little Sunshine tabs (they made them by dropping acid onto orange mini-barrels of vitamin B-12, hence the name) and told them to split them up. Off to Hendrix and then back to UNM afterward to check results.

Hendrix was fucking awesome. He had Felix Pappallardi playing bass and I was heartbroken Noel Redding was no longer with him - until they started playing. Noel Redding was good but Felix was GREAT!!!!!!!!! Jimi played almost 1:20 then took a break, changed clothes and came back for another hour. No way to describe it.

But those freaks at UNM? They recognized the bright orange SS and tried chasing us down Central to get more. We were out by then having handed what we took out at the concert. So we gave them a lunch sack of Mexican and cruised ABQ a while before crashing at a friends and heading home the next day.

Boring but it's the best I can remember right now.

Trippy Mayne said:

Not an epic fail at all if you ask me. Young chap is going thru some rough times right now let him be.

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not failing on getting locked up, that part sucks and I feel for him. Fail for being 19 and posting in the "Old Farts" thread.

My generation has a pretty poor attention span. You guys are going to have to throw in some pictures of some shiney objects or some tits or something to keep us interested.

sonar said:

My generation has a pretty poor attention span. You guys are going to have to throw in some pictures of some shiney objects or some tits or something to keep us interested.

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Have you read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, or only watched the movie?
If you read that book, did you then move on to F&L on the Campaign Trail or HT's Hell's Angels?

canndo said:

I have been discovering that lots of people who post here are older than I would have imagined.


So it's time, someone will actually listen (me at least). Tell us your cool drug stories, the time you narrowly missed getting busted, the best pot you ever had, your smuggling tales, your "how the fuck did I get here" stories, you get to post if you are over 50 or if you are recounting stories from someone you know or knew that was over 50.


Deal? I'm going to visit one now - he tells the story of smuggling LSD but I can't finish till I get back from teaching him how to roast coffee.

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My son left some money at his girlfriends for her to bank but her waste of space brother decided to help himself to £500 of it, when my son confronted him about it he threatened my son and basically told him it was tough! So both my sons went round to
their house and gave him a good hiding. My sons girlfriend was not impressed with this so she threatened to tell the police about our grow, so my son brought his van and we loaded the plants in the back and were on our way to my daughters with the plants. Meanwhile the girlfriends mother had called the police about my sons beating her son up and they were on their way round to my house, as we left in the van a police riot van came down the street and pulled in front of us, my sons and myself got out of the van and I asked the police what was going on, they said they were arresting my sons for assault, little did they know the van was full of plants, they took my sons away and I quickly drove off in the van holding my breath, that's what I call a close call

In my youth I was verry well connected - first because I grew up in a neighorhood that was ultra rich. Not that I was, as my family moved there before it became a haven for rich excentrics. To put it clearly, when we went to parties, someone would drop the fact that they lived in Beverly Hills whereupon my brother would say "we are impressed, being only from Palos Verdes Estates", and the Rolling hills folks would grow silent. Our pass then, was our PVE driver's license. There were countless times when that ID saved us from jail time as we were quickly excused to continue on our way.

If any of you have ever seen the movie "the Falcon and the Snowman" you got a hint of what my life was like back then, I was friends with both Christopher Boyce and Dalton Lee. A very little known fact is that there was a third person involved in the selling of government secrets and the smuggling of drugs in attache pouches - and my brother was roommates of this third conspirator.

Once, there was a small riot that occured near the marina in Hermosa beach and a friend whom we called the fetus (because he would get high and then find a place to curl up in the fetal position for hours). We had all taken a regulation dose of LSD and when the riot started, we all quickly walked away from the scene, except for the fetus. He had curled up under a car where the police found him, decided he was under the influence of something and took him into custody. The next morning we were all alerted to the fact that our friend was under detention and showed up early to the station.

My brother noticed that one of the arresting officers was there in a corner, reading a newspaper. Now my brother harbored a particular resetment toward police officers and did everything he could to harrass them. He knew the traditional "trick them up" questions police would ask and when stopped, he would answer all the questions without being asked "I live at such and such, I am on my way home there now, I have had three drinks since 11:00, My name is ......" The police would begin their rapid fire questioning and at each question he would say "I ALREADY TOLD YOU" over and over, consternation reigned at those incidents. Shortly after it was publicised that the police had eptied heir weapons into a naked man who they claimed was on the dreaded superman producing PCP, my brother was stopped. He got out of his car and put his hands on his head. "put your hands down" "no", "PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN" "No sir I will not" "I am going to move my right hand and retrieve my wallet" "why are you doing this sir?" "because" my brother said" "you police are not to be trusted, you kill naked people and I cannot take a chance that you will shoot me as well" - the police actually felt guilty and let him go

At any rate, this is how he tormented police. Now the fetus was friends with another best friend and that best friend's father was a suprior court judge - the one who adjudicated the famous palimony case of Lee Marvin. As the Judge made his way through to the court room "hi Bill, how are the kids" - to the DA, "Bob! how's the wife?" "Fred, did you manage to get that new sail boat?".

All the while my brother was standing next to the arresting officer another of our friends approached him and my brother began explaining" yeah, they arrested the fetus, you know, I feel sorry for the arresting officers - see there, Judge Foster is going in to find out what happened. Those poor offiers will be put on paid leave and investigated, it's too bad, they probably have families and their reputations are going to be in trouble" all the while he was watching out of the corner of his eye, the arresting officer, holding an ever more shakey newspaper in front of his face as my brother made sure thathe heard every word.

The short of it is that the fetus was instantly released and the officers were investigated.

I have told the story once or twice on here as to how the gate to LSD was finally shut and locked from my return. I crave the stuff even more since I have been frequenting this place but I know that I have stored up too many experiences, regrets, aprehensions, bad karma and horrors to dare to confront Lady LSD on her own turf - even if I could find my way to scoring some. Mescaline is more gentle to some of us who have less future than past and so I will, with my wonderful wife, explore the domain of mescalito a few more times before I shut myself off forever.

Mushrooms are great, they are fine, but they tend to brutalize me as though they have been in contact with the lady LSD and she has insisted that mushrooms remind me of my place.

Even though I depend on them on occasion to give me guidence when spiritual guidence is needed, I am still more cautious not to look too intently into the mirror of my soul any longer. For the most part I have learned all I can learn from psychadelics but am drawn now by a long lost enchanted land that I refuse to wholely relinquish.
My first acid experience was in the summer of 1970 and I quickly took to it as an undiscovered, lush, embracing world that knew no bounds. I explored it enough to actually reach some of the boundaries and after an estimated 500 times was finally ejected sumarily with a waring I did not heed. The next one was what hell is like and I will never risk such a thing again. I don't blame the drug, I don't blame the setting, or my attitude (except my defiance), and I will never advise others to refrain - except if they recieve the same warning I did.

testtime said:

Have you read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, or only watched the movie?
If you read that book, did you then move on to F&L on the Campaign Trail or HT's Hell's Angels?

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The movie and the book. Never read on the Campaign Trail or Hell's Angels.

sonar said:

The movie and the book. Never read on the Campaign Trail or Hell's Angels.

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Consider F&L in LV as training wheels. Now go read the others. If you enjoyed LV, you'll love the others, and those will give you some kick ass historical perspective of the times.

sonar said:

The movie and the book. Never read on the Campaign Trail or Hell's Angels.

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You should totally read them. Hell's Angels especially.