You coke users and potheads should really try smoking a little bit on a bowl of bud, but watch out. Coco Puffs make you feel like you're floating and I kinda felt like I was loosing control, but I like that. Peaking on orally-taken Adderall and smoking some good smoke does kinda the same thing, but coke ='s the lost control. However, I don't like loosing control around people I don't know, and I don't even use drugs around people I don't already know. Also, I don't recommend these things to people who can't spare to loose a few productive hours. Doing such things calls for a day of downtime or being, or at least feeling, really lazy the next day. I can count on my fingers the number of times (eight)I've dabbled with coka, and I can definitely say that some skeezy people deal it. That's why I don't want to use it, not because it's addictive, not because it's expensive, not because it harms your cardiac tissue--only because skeezy mofo's have it, and I don't want to be around such dregs.
My suggestion is that if you really want to get bent on drugs with your friends, decide if you have friends around that you really care to call friends and be around and then take some disco biscuits and listen to your favorite music for eight hours. Dance around. Have some fun. Just don't fry yourself too much and do too many stupid things to your body/brain. You'll be sad at Hallmark commercials if you eat too many pills, my friends. Weigh your options, and read
www.erowid.org for all the drug info you need.
As to how I became a drug user? Well, alcohol destroyed my grandfather when I was five years old, so I didn't ever really want to drink. My senior year in high school I began to drink and party, having a good time with my high school chums. It's only during the day when I had urges to drink that I thought that I might have addictive urges and that I'd have to watch myself. Much of the time then and now if feels good to deny my urges to drink or smoke. So, I didn't want to ever really drink and eventually did because it can't hurt you that much. It's part of this world, and if you don't ever try it people are going to think you're square. Also, if you never try it, then you're seriously depriving yourself of a mostly universal and common human experience. You can be very social and bond by sharing a drink or a smoke with someone. If we're cavemen meeting up by the village fire and you don't have some of the tribe's drink, the tribe might think you're not one of them and be weary. Plus, the women of the tribe won't fuck you. Alcohol is that social drug, and you're going to at least have to go and be able to feel comfortable where people are drinking at some point in your life. Get used to that. Also, get tired of it at some point and learn to know when bars, parties, and clubs get tired. Favor something more enriching and producing if you can. Go do something different. Go take a walk in a park with a dried up creek bed and natural springs. Have a refreshing drink and walk around, or do the same while smoking a bowl and walking through said park.
More to me, I never really thought I'd ever touch substances, but being a bio chem. major in rout to (back then) pre-medicine leaves room for experimentation. Make aspirin for a final project in chem. lab, sure. Learn some more things about chemicals and the body, and realize their power. Try some of them in more experiments. Try some yourself for fun. Learn non-toxic ways to kill pests, and learn the ins and outs of what chemicals do in animal bodies. Try some of those. Become your own personal chemistry set--my joke to my friends. Seriously, I love Depeche Mode, not at much as I used to because they've disbanded and there's nothing new from them, but I love Depeche Mode. I was sitting at their concert in Houston about five years ago, and in talking to a friend of mine about how the music made me feel, and in talking to him for a month prior to that night about how I like to drink till I'm silly and giddy, but I don't like to be hung over: That night, that moment at the concert I decided I'd try to smoke pot. I consider it one of the most enlightening decisions of my life. Now, that's how I enjoy a new album and my favorite music from my library: turn it on, read the lyric sheets if there are lyrics to it, smoke a bit, and jam out. That's brought me so much joy in my life that I don't think I would enjoy music as much without it. Well, the next night AFTER the concert night, my friend took me to a guy's barn, and six of us sat around while I saw people break up, for the first time in my life, some pot and roll it into a cigar. That night was fun and sort of magical. I just took over a year to realize that those munchies were all in my head, and that I could sustain my high by not eating anything greasy or not eating anything at all. When I controlled the munchies later, or if I knew I was going to get them, I'd take a huge bag of fruit over to my friend's house. We'd play some station, watch some movie, etc. and tear into Kiwi's, bananas, star fruit, plums instead of eating crap. Occasionally I'd get the urge and come back fifteen minutes later with tacos for everyone, but I learned that I could enjoy pot and not become a cholesterol laden fatass at the same time.
That was all fine and dandy. Then I did that for four years straight, and my college life really turned into just a lifestyle of smoking. Then, I found people (fellow coworkers) interested in the same type of music I was interested in--electronic dance music. I thought if pot made me feel as good as it did that the ecstasy stuff must be nice. I also saw footage of the Chemical Brothers playing in New York somewhere, how cool the show looked, all the people dancing, and two musical geniuses making the crowd react to the music being played. I knew I had to be part of that, so in 2001 I began going to raves and clubs, and consistently I did for two years straight, every chance I got so long as I was caught up in my work. I remember sitting in computer science on a Tuesday and hearing the prof talk about data streams but only thinking of how whacked out and good I felt from some yellow pills I took that weekend. There's just something about those little pills, the thrills they yield, that kill a million brain cells. Lyrics from Green Velvet, I know, but it's a catchy line.
Well, CS plus Japanese, plus working for a major electronics cooperation while partying in my spare weekends didn't cut it, so I got on academic probation, got off over a summer, got on it again, and then got a suspension after two semesters of not being able to bring myself up over a 2.0 grade point average. Something had to give, so I dropped the job because it was going nowhere, and I was selling $30 to $40 K of product per quarter and not getting paid much more than what someone would to bag groceries. Yay. I felt shitty quitting my job for a while, but I realized how I was being used by the place, and I saw that I could still party chemically and function in school, just not working 30hrs a week pedaling electronics. As for my GPA and school status, I fixed it that next summer, got back in the game, and actually, in that time, found I degree I gave a shit about. I really loved my social life and really hated school. I went to my college advisor and told him I hate school. I was really tired and wanted to get out of school and just teach or something with and English degree or whatever I could get fast. He asked me what I like to do in my spare time, and after I told him, he said, "We've got a degree for that." Badda Bing. After a couple years of hard partying because that was more satisfying than school, I found a program I really like. Awesome. Somebody's going to pay me money eventually to do the things I did and was interested in doing in my spare time. Awesome. I'm glad I spent the time I did socially being my own personal chemistry set because in that time a degree program was formed that I'm in now. Yay. Long story short, if you're going to do i life what you like to do, getting fucked up with substances probably won't hinder you that much unless you run into legal trouble. Also, breakfast bong hits won't get you anywhere except wanting an afternoon nap and not being productive. Do what you want, guys, but be productive. We're in it to become producers, graduating away from being just consumers. I'm not there completely yet, but it's going to be nice to actually contribute to the GDP and to have a purpose other than just occupying space and having fun.
Also, never do speed/meth. That was a mistake I made one night after already being on hallucinogens. If you're going to get sped up, do something else. Speed is the devil's drug, and you don't do it; it does you. I'd never been so sick in all my life, and my friends really saw it in me how sick I was. I couldn't eat for two days really, and by the fourth day I tried to eat a whole meal. Food never tasted so nasty, and I thought that brown stuff looked suspect when I put it into my body. Again, read Erowid.org and make your own decisions, but that stuff fries your nerve endings in your brain. It's shown to destroy brain tissue in lab monkeys, where-as recent tests show that MDMA do not harm the brain. Be your own judge, and be sensible. Drink in moderation, and if you don't like the taste of alcohol, then you just haven't found the mix drink or beer you like just yet. Some Japanese beers are really dry and tasty, and whiskey always tastes bad, so mix it with sour mix.