Stoners love to study. They have a whole panoply of marijuana gods to worship.
You've mentioned elsewhere that you have smoked freebase cocaine
(crack), which I understand is an extremely powerful drug and is very addictive.
Aside from marijuana, is that the only
hard drug you've ever used? I'm asking this for academic reasons. I have no
smart-ass purpose. I'd like to understand your motivation in this discussion a little better.
I started smoking cigarettes, drinking and good weed, while I was learning Chinese at DLIFLC in late 1978.
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I graduated at the top of my class, but the drugs took its toll, and I did not do well at my next training at Goodfellow AFB. I turned myself in along with a small stash of pot I had. I lost the Chinese job but kept a TS clearance, down from the SCI one I had secured.
They transferred me to FE Warren AFB where I was in the 90th Transportation Squadron.
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I took LSD at a good friend's house named Willie, while there. It was off-base from FE Warren, but I did not like the one hit much and did not try it again. My best friend then was Kevin, who was in the OSI. We never smoked on base. Kevin always had good weed, and we would light it up as soon as we got off-base. I would drive around with him in Cheyenne then for about an hour listening to tunes. Being from California, I had never seen snow before, so it was pretty interesting seeing all the snow at that time during the winter.
The very first time I saw snow was on Thanksgiving, when Cheyenne had a record blizzard. I worked 12 hour shifts travelling around in a snowcat, while the based closed down. It was amazing, and I later saw how the drifts went all the way up to the rooftops on the large houses in Cheyenne.
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Kevin and Willie were black, and the first year I left the Air Force, I met Rusty, another great friend and black guy. I played pool with him at a strip club called the Brass Rail in Sunnyvale, CA.
Then it was in late 1980 around Christmastime. I went to Rusty's house in Santa Clara, down the street from the state mental hospital.
It was the first or second time I had been to his mom and dad's house, and Rusty and I did not bother anyone in the house, especially not his sister. LOL
We went directly into the bathroom, and that is when I got my first hit from a crack pipe. It was the most delicious experience of my life. Ecstasy filled me and everything else in the room, except the toilet.
At that time, it was not called crack. It wasn't freebasing either. Rusty knew how to cook it up, with a little baking soda in a small vial. He called it drybasing.
I did not have much money at the time, so I did not smoke much crack. Rusty would never give me more than a hit or two at the most.
I starting getting high again after the Air Force, when I met Stan in a bowling league. He liked to smoke a lot of good weed, and we got high several times. But it was Stan's brother, Steve I really became good friends with, often going to the beach together. He smoked a lot of weed, but once in a long while, we snorted coke. He ate shrooms a few times. I tried it, but it did not do anything for me and only did it once. Those were the only drugs I took.
My other best friend at the time was Bob, but he would always drink, so we would get together a lot and just drink.
I quit smoking cigarettes, all drugs, and stopped drinking in late 1984. I started smoking again in 1991, but for ten years, I averaged only two or three cigarettes a day. I have not taken any drugs since 1984.
I starting drinking again also in 1991 but just a little, and I hardly drank at all until I met another black guy, Robert, and he is still a great best friend of mine for seven years now. Robert was the all-around best player at UCLA in baseball, basketball and football in the 60's. His first cousin is a famous NFL running back.