I used to smoke all day long, so I did everything high. You get used to it just like people get used to taking their meds and performing everyday tasks. My tolerance was so high (smoking all day at work, home etc - go through an ounce in a week) that being high made me feel calm. Nowadays, my tolerance is low cause I can't afford to smoke all day..so I drive sober. I never drink if I know I have to drive...did it once and ended up running into a brick wall. Lucky no one was around me. Have tripped acid countless times. Drove home late after I'd dosed with a hit..into about the 8-hour mark. I was basically sober. I just had more energy and slightly better focus than usual. When I was on Xanax (it was my script) I would take more risks while driving. When I think back to some of those times when I'd get to work and not remember how I got there it kinda makes me feel lucky I never got into any fenderbenders or got tickets.
Just this last Friday, my buddy and I were heading home from the club. He had drank a 6-pack and I was rolling hardcore. He drove really well. Then it happened. He decided to run the red-light. It was 4am and there were no cars in sight. Then, about 20 feet in front of us there's a cop hiding out in a gas station parking lot with his lights off...here we go...sirens go on, pulls us over. I think we're f-ed. The cop is calm and cool. He points to me and says "who's that?". My eyes are like saucers at this point. Anyway, I'm sure he what we were up to at 4am on a Friday...but all my buddy got was a ticket, and after that even got it removed from his record (rad to have connects like that).
I think I've been pretty lucky, but I know a lot of people drive drunk and for some reason that is seen as not as bad as being high on some illicit drug. Oh well, 'tis society for ya.
Just this last Friday, my buddy and I were heading home from the club. He had drank a 6-pack and I was rolling hardcore. He drove really well. Then it happened. He decided to run the red-light. It was 4am and there were no cars in sight. Then, about 20 feet in front of us there's a cop hiding out in a gas station parking lot with his lights off...here we go...sirens go on, pulls us over. I think we're f-ed. The cop is calm and cool. He points to me and says "who's that?". My eyes are like saucers at this point. Anyway, I'm sure he what we were up to at 4am on a Friday...but all my buddy got was a ticket, and after that even got it removed from his record (rad to have connects like that).
I think I've been pretty lucky, but I know a lot of people drive drunk and for some reason that is seen as not as bad as being high on some illicit drug. Oh well, 'tis society for ya.
