Comments on: Farewell to an old friend

By: bmac

bmac — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:20:31 +0000

Enas Yorl! I am shocked!
The thing that got me off the pot, so to speak, and all illicit drugs, was I always seemed to get it from some dirtbag who pulled it out of his crotch, right in front of me. Then I always wondered where else it had been.

By: porknbean

porknbean — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 15:24:37 +0000

Reasons why I never tried any of that stuff -
1. Fear. My dad was a cop. We got knocked upside the head for breathing, so why give the fates more fodder?
2. Fear. With my luck, one hit would kill me.
3. My classmates were doing dope in the 5th-6th grades. Was sad to see how their lives wound up by high school.

By: Steamboat McGoo

Steamboat McGoo — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:50:21 +0000

Whoa. PCP was out of my league. Some smoke and a little coke occasionally, but…

No wonder I never heard of it before.

I love your solution to your friends problem: “Find sumpin dirty and clean it!”

By: Enas Yorl

Enas Yorl — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:40:15 +0000

Huzzah! The home ‘puter is up and running tonight! I can clarify: a sherm stick is a cigarette dipped in liquid PCP (aka Angel Dust) and dried. You smoke the cigarette and BLAMO! higher brain functions mostly turn off. Very powerful. There were several of us 5 – 6 smoking that one cigarette and it kicked all of our asses. I had one guy just staring at the floor and he hollered out – “Enas! I CAN’T THINK MAN! TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” The best I could manage was to tell him to find something dirty and clean it.

I never messed with that shit again.

By: BGG

BGG — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:20:25 +0000

I wondered what a sherm stick was, too. Maybe it’s like Thai stick. Not that I would have a clue what that is, but it’s some term I heard somewhere. In the 70s.

By: Steamboat McGoo

Steamboat McGoo — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:04:11 +0000

Yep jwp – those things that speed up the heart are definitely no-no’s now. A 22-year old can shrug off what would terminate me now. Dope is for the young (and stupid).

But the memories of our profound stupidity are fun to recall – yes?

Weas’ – Dad figured it out quickly, and thoroughly (and quietly) enjoyed the brownie bonus. Mom was very quiet and did a significant amount of navel-gazing and a bit of inappropriate giggling. I think she went thoroughly tharn and didn’t quite realize it.

I – on the other hand – sweated through two shirts. It was a looonnnggg day.

What pray-tell is a “sherm stick”? Sounds vaguely vulgar. Is it an East Coast old-fangled thing?

By: Enas Yorl

Enas Yorl — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 23:35:57 +0000

Drug stories. Dangit – no time to type any out and I’m off to the camel races in northern nevada this week. I’ll type at ya next monday.

Here’s a quick one: 1 sherm stick + cooking crew at IHOP + post night shift kitchen cleanup. OMG its amazing we ever got out of there.

By: jwpaine

jwpaine — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 23:16:04 +0000

Never liked pot; I find the taste revolting, and it nauseates me.

Bizarre, I know, but that’s me. My drugs of choice all made my heart flutter like a headless chicken duct-taped to an engine manifold, which–when you’re 22 and stupid (a redundancy, I know)– isn’t all that alarming, but I had a suspicion that I wasn’t doing myself any good, so I gave them up back in the 70s.

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:31:28 +0000

So, did they laugh uncontrollably all through your graduation ceremony or make trails with their fingers or stare off into the middle distance or what…?

My mom kept her dope filed under M in the filing cabinet. She didn’t actually like the high (even decades later, when she was terminally ill). She liked the illegality.

By: Steamboat McGoo

Steamboat McGoo — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:27:35 +0000

Story: when I was graduating from college, a housemate (5 of us rented a house) made some magic brownies. He used a LOT of pot. One would do ya.

My folks showed up the day of the ceremony. No one home. They came in house. Found brownies on table. Ate brownies (Mom=1, Dad=2).

Mom never figured out what happened, but Dad did. He asked about it later. I told him, “Ya eat brownies (uninvited) in a college house, ya take what you get!”

Surprisingly, he saw my point.