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Dear Drugs: THANK YOU!! for a real good time..

Fact:

Without illegal drugs, my life, up till & including tonight, would have sucked toast. Way bogus. I mean bad; a total waste of time.

It would have all been so stupid!!

Shit yes. I have problems. My life has been hard. But when I’ve needed them drugs have been there for me. When I had nowhere else to turn it was drugs that saved the day.

Even when my life sucks directly because of drugs it still beats the sad crap out of how bad life would suck with no drugs at all. I will go so far as to say I feel certain I would’ve killed myself long ago if the drugs weren’t on my side.

Why? Because drugs gave me something to live for. A reason to stay awake for another day & night when the sun comes up each morning. Yeah & you know what?

Drugs give me Hope!

Mostly they’ve helped me celebrate life with people I love. I am going to die one day. When I do I’ll look back over this 1 & 3/4 decades-long drug binge and congratulate myself for a job smashingly well done. Yeppers kiddoz! My first hit of weed was the smartest choice I ever made. Until I finally got to check out some of that L$D!!

And when you go without food — due to smoldering abject poverty — for a day or few you will thank Adolph Hitler, Sweet Mother Earth and maybe even Jesus — that evil cocksucker — for all the amphetamines.

So thanks again drugs. Just sorry you had to wear off so soon. Ya’ll come back now y’hear!

Ok. Off to sleep.

NOT!!

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The Ideoloogical/Crusading Aspect

Excerpts from a gem I turned up on the US Department of Justice website circa 2000.* Props where they’re Due: for once in their history the DEA actually almost got the Facts Straight!

*The DEA has since ‘updated’ their LSD ‘information’ and replaced what follows with a predictable honkey-load of Bull. My pal MG Tank had the forsight to print this up at the time…

Paper [has] emerged as the most popular means of distributing LSD. The paper squares are easy to conceal and transport. Unique designs can be applied to the paper to make the drug more appealing to young users and to serve as brand identification. Unlike the administration of other drugs, particularly the injection of heroin, the method of LSD ingestion (oral) is unobtrusive. Moreover, the non-commercial social philosophy of the environment surrounding LSD use & sales makes it difficult for young people to view LSD as a dangerous drug.

In contrast to the trafficking of other drugs, in which profit is the sole motivating factor, LSD trafficking has assumed an ideological or crusading aspect. The influence of — and probable distribution by — certain psychedelic generation gurus has created a secretiveness and marketing mystique to LSD, particularly at the higher echelons of traffic. Their belief in the beneficent properties of LSD has been, over the years, as strong a motivating factor in the production and distribution of the drug as the profits to be made from its sale.

Large amounts of LSD have been seized by drug enforcement authorities during the last several years, and numerous distributors have been arrested and convicted. Those at the upper echelon, however, continue to evade the law. These individuals appear to run an efficient and profitable operation that is difficult to penetrate.

Current Trafficking and Distribution

Traditionally, retail-level LSD distribution networks in the united states have been comprised of individuals who have known each other through long association or common interests. This has facilitated not only hand-to-hand sales of the drug, but a proliferation of mail order sales. DEA reporting indicates that LSD is available in at least retail quantities in virtually every state…and that availability is increasing in a number of states. Northern California appears to be the source of supply for most of the LSD available in the United States.

LSD is usually transported in two ways from the San Francisco Bay Area. First, overnight delivery services, including express mail, Federal Express, and DHL, are used extensively to transport large amounts of LSD throughout the United States. Second, LSD is shipped to major distributors in cities that host concerts of the ‘Grateful Dead’ band. The concerts are used as a forum for large-scale LSD distribution, as well as low-level or retail sales. In addition, intelligence reveals that major transactions are consummated at these events. Local police agencies have consistently reported that LSD use rises significantly prior to the concert and persists for a period after the band leaves town.

And that was a splendorous Fact.

But the fact @ street level today (as it was when this appeared on the DEA site in ’00) is: save the rarest exception there is not a decent Dose to be had in the United States of America. Hasn’t been since shortly after Jerry died. Certainly there is no way to trust the quality of whatever may be marketed as LSD. My advice to the Youth: do yourself a favor and steer clear.

And that’s sad to say.

+$!

The Rope Chain & Dick Cheney

A friend sent me a picture in the wee-hours this morning:

amp-awareness-day.jpg

…And wished me a happy Methamphetamine Awareness Day.

I’ll tell you who I think had a happy methamphetamine day: whoever pockets the money from all the drugs sold by the US Central Intelligence Agency.

Let’s for the sake of argument call that person Dick Cheney.

And Now: A word from the President!
Damn it feels good to be a Gangsta
Getting voted in to the White House
Everything looking good to
The people of the world but
The mafia is my Boss.
So
Every now & then I owe a Favor here & there
Like
Letting a Big Drug Shipment through.
To send into the Poor Community
So
We can bust you know who!!
>>Geto Boys

Dig this: in 2001 the United Nations reported that the Taliban had all but stomped the poppy trade out of Afghanistan — a nation which once produced 75% of the world’s supply.

‘It’s amazing really,’ one UN surveyor said. ‘The Taliban have done their work very seriously.’

So seriously that the only region where the poppy still flourished was in the 5% of Afghanistan controlled by the Northern Alliance, who used heroin profits to fund their insurrection against the Afghan government.

Remember the Northern Alliance?

Yeah — the local gunslingers who overthrew the Taliban on the heels of a US air-strike bombardment.

Their insurrection succeeded, with US support, and now poppy production is straight off the hizzle — Afghanistan’s market share leapt, since 911, to a skyrocket 90 percent.

Go figure.

Domestically produced crystal meth has ‘pretty much dissapeared,’ officials say. A crackdown on manufacturers and ;precursor chemicals has caused lab seizures to drop dramatically. Yet there’s been no decline in use — mainly because it all comes in from Mexico nowadays. Along the same crack/heroin smuggling routes long preferred by the CIA — who just can’t stand it when all the profits go to some local yahoo who cooks up drugs in his basement.

I saw a documentary about crack cocaine once. I forget what it was called or anything. All I remember is an interview with the reverend of an inner-city place of worship.

‘Now they say folks from this neighborhood brings the crack up from Mexico on their airplanes.’ He said. ‘Now you look around here and tell me which specifically of the folks from this neighborhood are the ones who can afford these airplanes?’

Buy my cheebah from the cop
Down the street:
The only cop with a Rope Chain
Walkin the Beat!
>>Beastie Boys

Get it? Dick Cheney is the Cop with the Rope Chain. He personally smuggles plain-loads of crystal meth from Mexico to the United States.

See? You learn something new every Methamphetamine Awareness Day!

Night On the Hustle

I quit selling partyWhatevers some years ago; shortly after I learned I had PTSD. I realized that there was Just No Way. The stress would kill me. Or else I’d be caught & screwed for it in imaginable ways.

Quitting that racket has been a noble if thus far tragically nonviable undertaking. While far from stable, the shroom business provided me with the occasional 2 to $3000 stack. And they help out considerable.

Since then I’ve been so broke that I wonder if it’s Wrong to sell a kidney. I can see one circumstance where it could work…maybe. But I won’t spell it out because that’d make it sound like we had unlawfulness on Open Container speedWay.

Less complicated is the question of whether it’s moral to sell marijuana to a grown adult.

Can I get a Hell YES from the People!!

It is not only Moral but judicious. Especially if someone wants to buy it. If no one does then it’s inadvisable — since you’ll likely get stuck trying to pawn it off while you don’t smoke it (yeah right) for half the next week.

I can’t sell pot anymore either. Because that shit happens incessant.

Consider the scenario: You get ‘cuffed (loaned) an ounce of pot by a friend who made no bones about their certainty that they would regret it. It’s not that you’d ever rip them off coldly — an incontestable truth which ultimately sways your friend over his, and your own, better judgement — but still.

For ten thousand reasons the last thousand fronted ounce deals have rarely concluded happily.

This time it was almost different. You owe $300 for zip. To repay you need sell six of the ounce’s eight eighths for $50 each. That leaves you ideally with one to smoke and one to sell. But you haven’t eaten for two days. You need a pack of American Spirit menthol to smoke & a few pills to stay awake. Plus you owed someone $20 from party Whatevers last week…the same Someone who happens to score the first satchel.

So a fiddy spot poofs before you’ve started. You still need to sell six eighths for $50 to break even and gain just one bag for profit.

Since you sell your next bag to a Friend you can only get $45. Because it is unconscionably difficult to charge a friend $50. Then you remember: I never sell pot to strangers!

At this rate you’ll be $15 ahead if you sell every sack at $45. And that of course presumes you dispatch the entire ounce in one night. Makes you a touch nervous, that bitchy $15 thing. Jumpy. Better go pack a bowl & smoke it to calm down.

Plan to sell that bag for $45 firm — tell ’em it was a fiddy minus five for the very small bowl you packed (a couple tokie-tokes down the line it manages to fetch a half-respectable $30).

The margin is tight but the night goes well. Even managed to swing off a couple for full price to students from LandMine college…You go to sleep in the morning — finally — with $249 cash and one eighth left to sell. Get $50 for it and you’ll be just one dollar short!

All told, an exemplary night on the Hustle.

Except when you wake up in the morning and reach into your pocket to count your dough you discover, with violent dismay, that you slept on & miserably squished the last of the stash.

Now. You can — and will — traverse great lengths to convince potential flat-sack Custies that the buds are provably none worse for the wear.

‘Provably?’ One asks opportunistically. ‘Then smoke some with me right now. To prove it.’

Of course you have no choice — what good is a man’s Word if he don’t back it up? Plus the dude promises to pay full price for the sack — should he deem it ‘untarnished’ — even though the two of you just smoked from it.

A gamble for sure — but if it pays off you sell the sack and get stoned.

Desperate gambles rarely pay off.

The best you can recoup from the eighth of Flatties is $25 plus a loose speed pill or two. You pop these and do a little hypovent-O-freak out, quietly, by yourself, on a bench at the train station. You chose the train station partly because you like trains. And sitting there when everything sucks makes you feel like you’re off for something better.

It is also one place your debtor is sure to not inadvertently find you.

The train station in Brattleboro is a few hundred feet away from the bridge across the Connecticut River. Just past that is the local Wal Mart — built when Vermont wouldn’t allow them. The river forms the border with New Hampshire.

3-odd miles or so past the Wal Mart is the Hinsdale Off Track Betting & Poker Parlor. You may want to try there if you’re short on cash after a typical night on the hustle. In fact you may just want to skip the Hustle altogether and make straight for the OTB. I occasionally have won respectable sums from paltry investments. In other words I have triumphed mathematically at the races. It happens.

Not so with one single damn ounce of weed on the Cuff. Can’t recall breaking even — and for certain I’ve never done better.

Well then. Thanks for reading…I got to go now & scoop up a few bucks I’m owed for washing dishes (hired & fired in a day. Sad story) last weekend.

Then I’m off: to the Races.