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January 12, 2006

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So, Danny, is reading your blog as good as dropping acid? I think it might be...I always laugh, feel enlightened, and a little less uptight when I read your posts. Cool, right on...thanks for the high!

It's never too late to try :)

I haven't done LSD in years. It's fun, crazy, wild... I think it is better when you are young though. The last time I took it, it was way too strong. I watched The Misfits with Marilyn Monroe and it was in COLOR. I will never forget that. A substance that makes you see color in a black and white film? What could be wrong with that once in a while?

Danny, Abbie Hoffman only has one "n"! I have a bumper sticker with a quote from him on my car. It says, "You measure democracy by the freedom it gives its dissidents, not the freedom it gives its assimilated conformists." When I was in high school (1987-1991), I read every single thing I could about the 1960s -- everything from JFK's election to Woodstock. But I didn't actually try drugs until college. I did acid a few times and it was interesting, but I think I've had more mind-expanding results from reading poetry.

Oh yeah, Heather! I guess I subconsciously added that extra "n" because I wanted them to be related! And how great that someone who went to high school when you did cared so much about the ideals of the 60s!

This was such an amazingly adorable post I had to de-lurk and say thanks!

I was embarrassed to be a substance-free teen and college kid in the swinging years - but my mom and her mom were both alcoholics and my mom was a devotee to "mother's little helpers" and I figured I'd join the ranks (after all, if there were a bag of Oreos around I'd have to eat them till they were ALL GONE) if I got started.

I figured: if I start, I'll become an alcoholic or an addict - then I'll have years of misery and worry the people around me and destroy everything (I'd read plenty about this) - then I'll have to quit and not drink or take drugs anymore. So why not skip the years-of-misery part and go directly to the sober part? That was my path, and the story I told hundreds of times when pressed to partake.

I still had the years of misery, but at leaset I got through them stone sober.

I really love your blog.

For some reason, your blog never shows up in my blogroll as having been updated!

Maybe that's because I write about the past so much that your blogroll is judging me. It wants me to update all my references.

I'm on the straight and narrow, never did touch any kind of drug. Never was interested to.

I think I was about 14 before I realized what marijuana smelled like. When I was about 20, I went to a Billy Joel concert and came out of there with my clothes stinking like a joint -- I tried sniffing my sleeve, and getting high on that! A few years later I had a one-date wonder with a weirdo, and he told me that in high school he and Mary Jane were pretty close -- I had no clue what he was talking about and thought that Mary Jane was his non-Jewish girlfriend.

Maybe it IS time for me to smoke a joint and discover what I've been out of the loop with for all these years!

Oh, I just noted what you said about the 3-day LSD symposium in Basel. I suppose that would be as good a place for me to start -- and finish -- my education in LSD. After all, I've got Swiss citizenship by way of my mother, who was born in...Basel!

Guess we'd have to call the adventure: "Goin' Back To My Roots."

Pearl, I don't want to be responsible for your raving addiction. We'll then have to schedule a blog intervention. Just say no!

I tried pot for the first time when I was 36 years old. I have only smoked 4 times in my life but truth be told, I did enjoy all four experiences. I love your blog, Danny, and, yes, I was one of the geeky kids who didn't want to mar my "permanent record" with drug use. At some point, I'd really like a peek at that file.....there's probably nothing but a single blank sheet of paper.

very interesting...

I plead the fifth on drug use. But I will say that one night in college, the picture of a cartoon beaver family on a bag of potato chips was the funniest thing ever created in the history of mankind.

The whole point of the movie 'Altered States' is that drugs don't make you play and work well with others. At the end Wm. Hurt says that only you - without any third party assistance - can get into your own head to create you're own mystic crystal revelations that will lead to your mind's own liberation.

The same is undoubtedly true for blogging.

I lived in Boulder, CO when 'Altered Sates' was in first run where the ending was always very loudly and roundly booed.

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