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I agree John. Its just such a fine line. Where do you stop where do you start? I'd like to think we've sacrificed some rights for the War On Terrorism temporarily, but historically thats never the case. When you sacrifice rights, you've got to fight to get them back. The War On Drugs, IMO, is just dumb.
I would like to confess that I've done all these substances with the exception of heroin. Some more than others, but all of them excessively. My wife saved me from being lost in their effect, and I saved her. That was ten years ago. I look back and can't believe my luck. I had lost that kid inside that loved knives and the outdoors, and America. My world view was completely skewed. I was a chemical soup, and I was headed for either death or prison.
The experiences I had that I thought were profound, werent. Many are lost in a fog I can't remember through. Somehow I ended up with some lifelong friends out of the deal. The ones who made it and cleaned up I mean. And a great wife too. I lost some too, usually to suicide, rather than overdose. I don't believe in regret. I have Hannah, and Leah too, so my path did lead to something wonderful. I hope my children find a healthier path. They'll have trouble sneaking by dad all wasted as hell, so thats one thing I got on em.
I did mushrooms a lot. One day while coming down, I saw my grandfather (a halucination, he was dead), and he scolded me for my behavior. It wouldn't go away for hours, no matter where I went or what I did. I never did mushrooms again. There is a farmer who didn't get nearly as much exercise chasing me off his land because of that halucination. Thank God he didn't shoot me for trespassing.
I would like to confess that I've done all these substances with the exception of heroin. Some more than others, but all of them excessively. My wife saved me from being lost in their effect, and I saved her. That was ten years ago. I look back and can't believe my luck. I had lost that kid inside that loved knives and the outdoors, and America. My world view was completely skewed. I was a chemical soup, and I was headed for either death or prison.
The experiences I had that I thought were profound, werent. Many are lost in a fog I can't remember through. Somehow I ended up with some lifelong friends out of the deal. The ones who made it and cleaned up I mean. And a great wife too. I lost some too, usually to suicide, rather than overdose. I don't believe in regret. I have Hannah, and Leah too, so my path did lead to something wonderful. I hope my children find a healthier path. They'll have trouble sneaking by dad all wasted as hell, so thats one thing I got on em.
I did mushrooms a lot. One day while coming down, I saw my grandfather (a halucination, he was dead), and he scolded me for my behavior. It wouldn't go away for hours, no matter where I went or what I did. I never did mushrooms again. There is a farmer who didn't get nearly as much exercise chasing me off his land because of that halucination. Thank God he didn't shoot me for trespassing.