Originally Posted by smoky
But... but thats what it's all about - having an opinion!!! if you only want impartial views you'll have a very boring thread.
You name it; I've probably tried it. Back in the 70's I started on pot, big fucking deal. I checked out smack, thought it was so bloody good I didn't make a 'habit' of it coz I KNEW it'd fuck me over. Then I got into acid BIG time and decided everyone was mad but me, left that alone after a while and moved to the Hawkes bay where pot was rife but I decided wine was the go...back to Wellington, into the beer and stayed that way until I discovered the joys of speed up in Auckland in the mid 80's. Drink, snort, go crazy and generally have a good time then back-off again until P arrived. I had a bash on that for about a year, cost me heaps of cash and I went nowhere fast, I got aggro, punched some people that may or may not have deserved it but I'm not an aggro guy generally. I gave that away and got into E. Very cool, no aggro but harder on an old man's bod than can be endured on a regular basis, just like over indulgence on Jim Beam.
The legal issues? Pot; if you get caught in public with a spliff, instant 100 bucks for being an idiot, who cares? Acid? Court, fine, scare them with some relevant info, it can't be good for you etc etc. Smack? A fine would be a waste of time, they just blew their cash on smack, educate them, try to save them, the stuff is shite, not good for you. Party pills are so full of BZP it's nuts, that stuff isn't good for you, go guzzle CD cleaner or something. The buzz lasts a couple of hours, the comedown lasts 48. Then we come to P.
Anyone who uses that shit is (like I was) a loser. With my extensive drug-taking history I know what is good for entertainment, what is addictive and what is not. Fortunately I don't have an addictive makeup for the most part, I gave up smoking cigartettes overnight. I knew smack was a no-no, pot is just a laugh but I hate the smoke in my lungs; sure I can bake hash cookies etc but I still get paranoid and don't like trying to sort the CD collection when stoned. P is different.
I have everything sorted when I'm on P, like my diet; I just don't eat. I know where eveything is and if it isn't there it's YOUR fucking fault. I don't have arguments, I just punch your lights out. I don't have a drinking problem coz I can drink shitloads and never crash my bike; I'm invincible. If you do get up after some fisticuffs I'll cut your fucking arm off with a carving knife, and the pizza deliery guy's to boot. I'll be too busy to go to work, I'll forget my mortgage payments coz I've got some points to score/make. Yup, that's P, the shit that's truly fucking NZ. Forget your pot, your E and your acid (although you don't come up against too much acid or smack these days by comparison to the 70's) and get a grip on that P.
I met a woman who simply said "I don't like the way you act on that stuff". It was that simple; I gave it up, not coz she told me to, coz she made me look at myself. I smashed my P-pipe and I can honestly say I've been clean for so long that I can't recall the last burn. However, I'll never forget the first, and that's the problem.
Don't start and you won't have to stop.
I'm not a copper, I'm a biker and I don't particularly like coppers but when it comes to P I have to say that the police have a hard road ahead of them. I have actually smoked pot in the presence of policemen but they know shit from chewed dates. Pot isn't really an issue. P is. Forget the pot thing; it's no big deal if you grow it yourself. It's only an issue if you buy from dubious sources who might lace it with other crap, such as P, to keep you coming back. Grow your own, quietly. Chill out and forget the politics.
As for P? It's the nastiest, most insidious, addictive load of crap that has ever invaded our shores. Don't go there.
This is not from the pulpit; it's from experience.
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