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Drug Negatives

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I've compiled a little list of the negatives. I'm going to start with the drug crowd. (Hopefully, this isn't the stuff you heard in school).

In the anti-drug courses they have in school, they say things about 'gateway drugs'. I don't believe that crap. I think there's such a thing as a 'gateway friend,' however.

There's a wide variety of people in the drug game. A lot have mental/emotional issues, and take things to feel better (in the long term, it just exacerbates the problem and allows it to grow; I lived this). Some are hippies, looking for elusive higher states of consciousness. Some are just lost souls and pseudo-rebels, doing it because they aren't supposed to and it's fun and cool. Then there's the victims of the hard drugs-crack, heroin, meth, etc.-who live on the streets and live to feed the addiction. They're almost impossible to help, and rarely get helped. The hard drugs-which I didn't play with-almost universally destroy.

The average user is a white, single male, in his thirties. Compare that to your stereotype.

Probably the best point I can make about all of those folks is that, regardless of how many of them you know, they'll all disapear when the drugs run out. And quickly. They'll think something's wrong with you, and encourage you to start up again. When you've become a lost cause, they're gone, forever. My entire social circle was made up of these people; we met out of a single common interest, and when that goes away, so do the 'friends'. Maybe one or two of them will stick by you, but quitting's the only time where you'll find out who you've got for friends. I've got almost nobody left locally, and I used to run with a pretty big crowd of people. (There are a few who use them for religious purposes, but they're the minority).

Usually these people are living in total squalor. And a lot of them are really shallow. When you run out of drug stories to exchange, you've got nothing to talk about to them.

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Masking problems instead of solving them-A lot of people can't deal with themselves, or their lives, and prefer a narcotic slumber. A few try to lose weight with drugs (stimulants, usually-don't do this. Exercise. You gain the weight back and then some if you do stims.), a lot try to treat their depression or other ills with it (see weight loss. It goes away temporarily, then comes back worse.). I don't know what else to say about this.

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Going crazy-Almost any substance, used to excess, can trigger a psychosis. People say marijuana won't, but it did it for me. Drug related psychoses may or may not fade with time, but if you're already crazy and don't know it, even marijuana can set you off. The brain is a delicate thing.

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Legal issues-Possession is illegal. Sales are even more illegal (Instant 30 years). Something to think about are the methods smugglers use; I have an uncle in the Coast Guard who told me about things like fiberglass and lead and paint being found in confiscated shipments. Smugglers have to hide the stuff in places where it won't get found, and these places often have chemicals in them. Another thing is work. Almost every job that the working/lower class/unskilled population has to take will require a drug test (people with degrees, however, never experience this, because we live in a free country). So essentially, you can't work and have anything in your system (even if you're not getting high on the job or on the road). Which brings up DUIs. Excellent way to kill yourself AND innocents riding with you or in the other car or on the street.

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Finally, i'm going to bring up my own personal motive for not doing it-drugs screw with the artmaking process, and really ruin the final product. Even nicotine and caffeine have subtle effects, from what i've noticed in periods when I was clean of everything. I don't believe the lie stating that they enhance creativity. Creative work enhances creativity; nothing else does.

Gah. I'll add more. I think I need to think about happy things...

Drugs and Me!

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My own experience with substances started when I was 17; I was studying calculus and physics, which I to this day am unable to wrap my brains around (I was failing the classes), and as it happened, I was living in my brother's apartment while he went to school at William and Mary. I had been totally straight edge my entire life, and I was frustrated, and liquor was on hand, and the next thing you know, I'd polished off the remnants of a bottle of Bacardi silver rum. Not a big deal, right?

By senior year I constantly had a handle in my bottom desk drawer, which I drank liberally from, probably while everyone else was learning about sex. Alcohol was my life.

Somehow, I wound up at VCU, met up with some people i'd known in school, and they introduced me to tobacco and marijuana, both of which I enthusiastically participated in. A girl I met introduced me to speed; a hippie, to dextromethorphan (DXM) and Tim Leary and the counterculture in general. He tried to get me into Buddhism, but it didn't appeal to me at the time. I was more interested in exploring every substance I could get my hands on.

A year went by. I dropped out of school. Started my first longterm stint as a laborer (ironically, I'm back at the same place now doing the same thing, back permitting...school's for fools, kids! and I have no qualifications to work anywhere else). I played around with ludicrous doses of DXM during this time. I later moved out of my parent's house, and became a full time junkie; I did a lot of amphetamine, the odd opiate, morning glory, psilocybin mushrooms, morphine once, and any over the counter pills I could get my hands on (Weed didn't go away for a while, either. Everyone other person on my street was a dealer, and a lot of us sold or bartered occasionally to each other, even though we weren't dealers). Never did cocaine, heroin, crack, meth, or LSD, but i've probably done almost everything else. All I wanted to do was explore every possible altered state of mind whatever the cost.

Somewhere along the line I went into amphetamine psychosis a few times, and basically became nonfunctional. I moved back home; I tried to work and go to school, but my mind was breaking, and eventually lost. I did whatever I could find when I was functional enough to talk with people; I relapsed into amphetamine abuse a few times, and did every stimulant available until my heart nearly gave out on me one night and they landed me in the hospital two nights in a row.

At that point in time, the only joy in my life was amphetamine. I had no idea how I was supposed to live without it, but I didn't have any choice.

It's really hard to say whether my mental illness was latent or drug triggered entirely; I'd always been off center, even when I was straight edge. From what I can remember, i've always had symptoms of all of the three illnesses I got diagnosed with; the drugs just blew them out of proportion, especially since I used them to hide from reality for a good four years or so.

Eventually I found myself in a psychiatrist's office, laughing uncontrollably as he talked sense into me and I realized that my worst fears had come true, and I was, completely insane.

Since then i've recovered almost completely. I still smoke cigarettes (which i'm going to quit) and drink coffee, and I get a little drunk every blue moon and have the odd beer, but I wouldn't do amphetamine, painkillers, or weed if you paid me to. Largely because i've discovered wonderful non-drug induced states of mind.

But that's enough narcissistic rambling. It's merely an introduction to the essays to follow. They're going to be on the Drug War, the legal issues (legalization or not), chemognosis, and the health effects and other effects i've noticed. Also The People You Meet, and a general summary of the negatives. I'll start with those next.

I hate bring up my mental illness and talk about it, but I'm hoping someone with it, looking for help, might be able to learn a thing or two about it. The mess i've gone through is almost meaningless to me if I can't help someone in a similar position. The stigma (especially in America) is still about on par with discrimination against gays.