1996. My roommate, and guitarist in our band, was a kid who'd been raised in an uber-christian household. He was 19 and our apartment was his first time out of the coop. Needless to say, having a 21-year-old roomie who liked to get high (me), he was finding out a whole new world of riding poisons like ponies.
One Friday night I come home to find him madly grating what looks like a small walnut in the kitchen. We had a couple friends over, and I was like "WTF dude." He pointed at a small bag of little brown things and said he'd just found out that nutmeg is a hallucinogen. I scoffed most rudely. He continued grating.
Cut to the chase: He literally imbibed a glass of milk that he'd mixed into sludge with 12 tablespoons of fresh grated nutmeg. We all thought he was going to hurl for the next hour. I want you to go to your kitchen right now and measure out a full tablespoon of something. Salt, sugar, whatevs. Measure out one tablespoon. Now imagine mixing 12 of those into a glass of milk, and what you're mixing is goddamned nutmeg.
So we all got drunk and smoked out and kept bothering him to find out what the effects of nutmeg were. And he mentioned that his face felt warm around midnight. Nothing much seemed to happen, and we laughed at him when he bailed for bed at 3 in the morning.
The next day we both had band practice. I knocked on his door at 11, when I noticed hew wasn't up yet. And I heard a moan. Like a Romero Zombie moan.
So I went in and found him ass-naked, lying on his stomach, facedown in a pillow that was soaked to the gills with some of the most horrific puke I've ever smelled. When I said his name, he shivered and flopped like a fish. I finally got him to look at me, and his pupils were volleyball diameter.
"So done," he kept saying. It was a mantra. "So done. So doooooone. So done."
I started getting scared when I had to carry him to the bathroom. He was covered in filth. I sat him in the shower, turned it on warm, and called the rest of the band. Practice was off - he couldn't have played an open E chord if you'd taped his hands in place. Of course, the drummer and other guitarist wanted to come over and see what he'd done to himself.
By the time they got there, he was out cold and the water was cooling. I turned off the shower and threw a bunch of towels on him like blankets. His pulse was steady, and he was snoring like a mofo, so we all ordered pizza and watched Akira for the afternoon. At some point during the movie, he moved from the bathtub to his bed, only flipping the pillow so the puke was on the underside. He was still snoring. We all bailed for a party.
I got home the next morning at 10 am or so, and found him in the living room chowing down on raisins. SOmehow, a bigass box of raisins had ended up in our cupboards, and he was sitting there, staring at Akira with the sound muted, nomfing huge handfuls of raisins. He was a lot more reactive, but still tripping balls. Keep in mind this is Sunday Morning, after taking the Nutmeg Friday Night. Talking to him was like talking to someone on too many hits of acid - shit was surreal for him. I kicked it for the day, getting over my hangover, and babysitting him. Got him to take a hit off a joint around 9 pm, and bang, he was back out like a light.
The next day he was sober as a goat, and didn't want to talk about any of it. He seemed pissed off that he'd wasted the weekend.
We had a falling out later that year. The band broke up, and I didn't run into him again until a concert in 2007 or so. His friend's band was opening for M.C. Front in Ft. Worth. He and I retired to a bar afterwards, mostly just to catch up.
He still cannot abide nutmeg or raisins. Just saying the word "nutmeg" to him will cause him to shudder reflexively. Apparently that Xmas, after the trip, he went to a family function and barfed his guts out after a single sip of egg nog.
TL;DR= Don't do nutmeg that way, kids. Go score some acid or shrooms instead.
Having done my share and your share and the share of SE's drugs in my lifetime, I can say this:
Legalize them. All of them. And tax the shit out of them.
If you can think of a drug, I've probably done it. This is not a badge of honor - this is just indicative of how I like to get fucking high. It's easier to list the ones I haven't done:
- Crack
- Heroin
- Adrenochrome, because that shit is an urban legend.
I'm saving the first two for when I get incurable cancer or something. Gotta have something to look forward to. They aren't addictive because they suck, right?
With the exception of meth, none of these had long-term deleterious effects. Meth was a bitch. If, like me, you prefer uppers, a little gram of crank can be a hell of a good time. Too much of a good time. The kind of good time you end up riding, over and over, for three months, until one day you wake up and realize you weigh 148 lbs soaking wet at my height, you're broke, and your living room has a bunch of asshole trad skinheads crashed out in the living room that you don't even like hanging out with. Kicking the meth habit, however, is not really that hard - you just stop doing meth, it sucks for a couple days, and then you're fine. Quitting cigarettes is way harder.
Doing a line of coke doesn't get you addicted. Pot is a joke, and we should, as a nation, finally allow it. Acid is fun, as are other hallucinogens, but you can't function on them. In the end, the need to pay the bills will ultimately win out - or you'll eat shit and die. This is not different from being an alcoholic.
The war on drugs is retarded. In the end, drugs are something a lot of people wallow in during their late teens and early twenties. Then you find out that the adult world is hard on the pocketbook. I could go score some X or some acid right now, but I could also spend that money on a RAM upgrade. And when the fuck would I have time to do it? I just realized that, with the exception of a couple hits off joints at concerts, I've been clean of illegal narcotics for the last 4 years - and I didn't even try. I just got older.
The argument is simple. We keep talking about how pot is good for glaucoma and pain management, or salvia divinorum might be good for the immune system. Fuck that. This is my body, I'm going to do what I want to it, that is where the goddamn argument should start and stop.
Yes some dude's story from the internet about drug experiences is indicative of everyone as a whole.
I don't necessarily disagree with the legalization (and taxation) of narcotics, however I would think that there are probably a substantial amount of people who would "eat shit and die" rather than realize "the need to pay the bills."
edit- I don't know where this statement would go with the larger argument. I was going to say that the legalization of hard drugs would lead to people who die as a result of taking them (who would otherwise not have had them if they were illegal). Then I wonder if these are the same people seek them out, get them, and die anyways while they're illegal.
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There is a clear difference in what we feel the powers of society and government should have.
It's my personal belief that humanity has benefited from society penalizing unhealthy behavior.
None of those drugs are worth the risk of addiction or even short term effects.
I really hope you learn to make healthier decisions and recognize the burdens you potentially place on others.
If you find yourself on a whim for drugs, despite your claim of being older,
you might not have the will or health you displayed 4 years ago,
and I am really getting tried of helping homeless junkies and their children.
The people that would fuck up real bad on drugs are likely the people that already do or are otherwise people who fuck up their lives real bad without drugs at all. There may be some number of people who would never have otherwise been exposed to drugs and are just keeping their head above water, but it's hard to say how many of those there are versus how many serious junkies there are now who would be way easier to help if it weren't for the legal barriers in place.
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Ubikoh pete, that's later. maybe we'll be dead by thenRegistered Userregular
edited December 2010
personal use and possession of drugs (i.e. in private, not in public) should not be criminalized because there a certain spheres of existence where society and the government should have no power
i don't have an opinion on anything else related to the war on drugs
But seriously, Virgil, I can't really mock you. I just find that post depressing and genuinely don't know how to respond to it.
It's cool, I'm a fairly happy dude
So you shouldn't worry about it
unless I find myself miserable
Then feel free to be depressed!
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited December 2010
i think pot (and by extension hash... delicious, delicious hash...) should be legalized, as well as other drugs that don't really have super bad longterm health effects, like mushrooms. acid i'm kinda sketchy on but my aunt's been doing the shit since the fucking sixties and she's right as rain, so...
Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited December 2010
i have a kind of phobia of any chemical-based drug because there's a loooong history of addiction in my family. and the chemical-based ones are the scariest ones!
shit, the tobacco i smoke is probably more dangerous than most illegal drugs are. fuckin hookah and cigars and goddamn pipes and the occasional spliff or cigarette.
shit'll probably kill me long before any of the shit you can get arrested for using.
I know there really isn't anything to compare with, but the War on Drugs is a huge money hole, and people are still doing drugs, and dieing from doing shitty drugs. Why not evaluate the war on drugs? It took a long time, but we eventually manned up and admitted we were losing in Vietnam.
hard liquor is probably one of the worst things for you in terms of wearing away your life.
Then again, most things aren't as widely available.
I'm still down with liquor being available so one can color me a hypocrite.
Cigs aught to be taxed lower or illegal to sell in my book.
And I'm leaning on lower taxes. (I don't typically smoke though)
The whole tax deal just keeps people impoverished.
Which winds up having pretty big ties to drug use.
i think pot (and by extension hash... delicious, delicious hash...) should be legalized, as well as other drugs that don't really have super bad longterm health effects, like mushrooms. acid i'm kinda sketchy on but my aunt's been doing the shit since the fucking sixties and she's right as rain, so...
Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited December 2010
this dude my buddy james knows used to be a huge heroin fiend for a while, and all he told us is "don't try it, because it's seriously one of the most amazing things you'll EVER try."
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
this dude my buddy james knows used to be a huge heroin fiend for a while, and all he told us is "don't try it, because it's seriously one of the most amazing things you'll EVER try."
Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited December 2010
yeah, that was his reasoning too. i believe the exact wording was "because it's fucking amazing, and then three months down the road you're robbing motherfuckers at an atm for a hit and stealing money from your grandparents."
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
edited December 2010
who knew that opiates could be so addictive and dangerous
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One Friday night I come home to find him madly grating what looks like a small walnut in the kitchen. We had a couple friends over, and I was like "WTF dude." He pointed at a small bag of little brown things and said he'd just found out that nutmeg is a hallucinogen. I scoffed most rudely. He continued grating.
Cut to the chase: He literally imbibed a glass of milk that he'd mixed into sludge with 12 tablespoons of fresh grated nutmeg. We all thought he was going to hurl for the next hour. I want you to go to your kitchen right now and measure out a full tablespoon of something. Salt, sugar, whatevs. Measure out one tablespoon. Now imagine mixing 12 of those into a glass of milk, and what you're mixing is goddamned nutmeg.
So we all got drunk and smoked out and kept bothering him to find out what the effects of nutmeg were. And he mentioned that his face felt warm around midnight. Nothing much seemed to happen, and we laughed at him when he bailed for bed at 3 in the morning.
The next day we both had band practice. I knocked on his door at 11, when I noticed hew wasn't up yet. And I heard a moan. Like a Romero Zombie moan.
So I went in and found him ass-naked, lying on his stomach, facedown in a pillow that was soaked to the gills with some of the most horrific puke I've ever smelled. When I said his name, he shivered and flopped like a fish. I finally got him to look at me, and his pupils were volleyball diameter.
"So done," he kept saying. It was a mantra. "So done. So doooooone. So done."
I started getting scared when I had to carry him to the bathroom. He was covered in filth. I sat him in the shower, turned it on warm, and called the rest of the band. Practice was off - he couldn't have played an open E chord if you'd taped his hands in place. Of course, the drummer and other guitarist wanted to come over and see what he'd done to himself.
By the time they got there, he was out cold and the water was cooling. I turned off the shower and threw a bunch of towels on him like blankets. His pulse was steady, and he was snoring like a mofo, so we all ordered pizza and watched Akira for the afternoon. At some point during the movie, he moved from the bathtub to his bed, only flipping the pillow so the puke was on the underside. He was still snoring. We all bailed for a party.
I got home the next morning at 10 am or so, and found him in the living room chowing down on raisins. SOmehow, a bigass box of raisins had ended up in our cupboards, and he was sitting there, staring at Akira with the sound muted, nomfing huge handfuls of raisins. He was a lot more reactive, but still tripping balls. Keep in mind this is Sunday Morning, after taking the Nutmeg Friday Night. Talking to him was like talking to someone on too many hits of acid - shit was surreal for him. I kicked it for the day, getting over my hangover, and babysitting him. Got him to take a hit off a joint around 9 pm, and bang, he was back out like a light.
The next day he was sober as a goat, and didn't want to talk about any of it. He seemed pissed off that he'd wasted the weekend.
We had a falling out later that year. The band broke up, and I didn't run into him again until a concert in 2007 or so. His friend's band was opening for M.C. Front in Ft. Worth. He and I retired to a bar afterwards, mostly just to catch up.
He still cannot abide nutmeg or raisins. Just saying the word "nutmeg" to him will cause him to shudder reflexively. Apparently that Xmas, after the trip, he went to a family function and barfed his guts out after a single sip of egg nog.
I don't even like the smell of nutmeg.
He was a living, breathing anti-nutmeg PSA for that weekend.
At the bar in 2007, he said it was like doing waaaaay too much acid and washing it down with everclear shots until you puke your lights out.
Like balls.
Under a dick.
On a dude.
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ye
yes you can
you can put nutmeg in just about any baked good
I must now go into self imposed exile.
They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
Having done my share and your share and the share of SE's drugs in my lifetime, I can say this:
Legalize them. All of them. And tax the shit out of them.
If you can think of a drug, I've probably done it. This is not a badge of honor - this is just indicative of how I like to get fucking high. It's easier to list the ones I haven't done:
- Crack
- Heroin
- Adrenochrome, because that shit is an urban legend.
I'm saving the first two for when I get incurable cancer or something. Gotta have something to look forward to. They aren't addictive because they suck, right?
With the exception of meth, none of these had long-term deleterious effects. Meth was a bitch. If, like me, you prefer uppers, a little gram of crank can be a hell of a good time. Too much of a good time. The kind of good time you end up riding, over and over, for three months, until one day you wake up and realize you weigh 148 lbs soaking wet at my height, you're broke, and your living room has a bunch of asshole trad skinheads crashed out in the living room that you don't even like hanging out with. Kicking the meth habit, however, is not really that hard - you just stop doing meth, it sucks for a couple days, and then you're fine. Quitting cigarettes is way harder.
Doing a line of coke doesn't get you addicted. Pot is a joke, and we should, as a nation, finally allow it. Acid is fun, as are other hallucinogens, but you can't function on them. In the end, the need to pay the bills will ultimately win out - or you'll eat shit and die. This is not different from being an alcoholic.
The war on drugs is retarded. In the end, drugs are something a lot of people wallow in during their late teens and early twenties. Then you find out that the adult world is hard on the pocketbook. I could go score some X or some acid right now, but I could also spend that money on a RAM upgrade. And when the fuck would I have time to do it? I just realized that, with the exception of a couple hits off joints at concerts, I've been clean of illegal narcotics for the last 4 years - and I didn't even try. I just got older.
The argument is simple. We keep talking about how pot is good for glaucoma and pain management, or salvia divinorum might be good for the immune system. Fuck that. This is my body, I'm going to do what I want to it, that is where the goddamn argument should start and stop.
I don't necessarily disagree with the legalization (and taxation) of narcotics, however I would think that there are probably a substantial amount of people who would "eat shit and die" rather than realize "the need to pay the bills."
edit- I don't know where this statement would go with the larger argument. I was going to say that the legalization of hard drugs would lead to people who die as a result of taking them (who would otherwise not have had them if they were illegal). Then I wonder if these are the same people seek them out, get them, and die anyways while they're illegal.
There is a clear difference in what we feel the powers of society and government should have.
It's my personal belief that humanity has benefited from society penalizing unhealthy behavior.
None of those drugs are worth the risk of addiction or even short term effects.
I really hope you learn to make healthier decisions and recognize the burdens you potentially place on others.
If you find yourself on a whim for drugs, despite your claim of being older,
you might not have the will or health you displayed 4 years ago,
and I am really getting tried of helping homeless junkies and their children.
i don't have an opinion on anything else related to the war on drugs
It's cool, I'm a fairly happy dude
So you shouldn't worry about it
unless I find myself miserable
Then feel free to be depressed!
also it helped Kary Mullis develop PCR
though Kary Mullis is also nuts
shit, the tobacco i smoke is probably more dangerous than most illegal drugs are. fuckin hookah and cigars and goddamn pipes and the occasional spliff or cigarette.
shit'll probably kill me long before any of the shit you can get arrested for using.
Then again, most things aren't as widely available.
I'm still down with liquor being available so one can color me a hypocrite.
Cigs aught to be taxed lower or illegal to sell in my book.
And I'm leaning on lower taxes. (I don't typically smoke though)
The whole tax deal just keeps people impoverished.
Which winds up having pretty big ties to drug use.
Don't forget heroin.
"it's fucking awesome."
(thoughtful silence)
and then it fucking destroys you
oh yeah, the chinese