Hi all. I'm Lance, from Phoenix. Allegedly I'm currently enjoying the fruits of crystal (for over ten years now, I honestly cannot remember how long,) & the Black Slow Death for nearly two years.
My journey here was fairly atypical yet then again not, with gateways being what they are...
High school/prior to age 21 saw me drink 3 nights total. Once in Yuma for a DECA meet, once at a party and the 3rd was during a visit to my brother at his Air Force abode.
After delaying college for a cpl years, I was the only regular dorm dweller that was 21, and once that day came it became more than ritual & more than habit, but less than a need. I just drank a 12pk of beer practically nightly. Then came the job serving food at a great restaurant with a great bar. That's when I learned how the best practices of drunk driving are done. (Always look waaaaaay far down the road; if your focus point is a foot in front of your hood, swerving WILL happen.)
A year of shot/beer/mixed round after round bought n drank by 5 or 6 of us saw some good and bad times. Wrecked a car, didn't get arrested for it, and I clearly remember how many times whomever was driving shouldn't have been, and that was every night with every drive home.
My 1st DUI came on in the strangest way in that i had a date, i knew i was going to be driving so i played it responsibly, meaning i had two drinks, was done with alcohol at 11pm, switched to water or coca~cola. As I was driving to meet my date for post-bar steak'n'eggs at 115am, cherries n berries in my rearview and I had no nerves about it in the least. Half hour later I'm being booked. I guess I was nervous as I screwed up the friggen alphabet (abcdefghijklmnlopqrstuvwxyz) I did the same mistake twice. The dagger was the breathalyzer though: 0.11. when the law was still 0.1 in Arizona. "Motherfuuuck," was all I was screaming in my head.
College was drawing to it's end and at the big going away party, the gang finally got me to try pot. Gage made a carrot sized doob in my honor and I had 4 mini-puffs. That's all. Got slightly stoned.
A few years later finds me onMill with a friend looking at this FUBU wearin, 81 Cutlass Supremedrivin, dreadlock havin bro askin if he was a cop about the same time he was asking me the same thing. That is to this day still the best weed I ever had. I watched American Psycho for the 1st time absolutely tore-back stoned.
Life was good!
...more to come. Stay posted! Comment, ask me anything, etc.
My journey here was fairly atypical yet then again not, with gateways being what they are...
High school/prior to age 21 saw me drink 3 nights total. Once in Yuma for a DECA meet, once at a party and the 3rd was during a visit to my brother at his Air Force abode.
After delaying college for a cpl years, I was the only regular dorm dweller that was 21, and once that day came it became more than ritual & more than habit, but less than a need. I just drank a 12pk of beer practically nightly. Then came the job serving food at a great restaurant with a great bar. That's when I learned how the best practices of drunk driving are done. (Always look waaaaaay far down the road; if your focus point is a foot in front of your hood, swerving WILL happen.)
A year of shot/beer/mixed round after round bought n drank by 5 or 6 of us saw some good and bad times. Wrecked a car, didn't get arrested for it, and I clearly remember how many times whomever was driving shouldn't have been, and that was every night with every drive home.
My 1st DUI came on in the strangest way in that i had a date, i knew i was going to be driving so i played it responsibly, meaning i had two drinks, was done with alcohol at 11pm, switched to water or coca~cola. As I was driving to meet my date for post-bar steak'n'eggs at 115am, cherries n berries in my rearview and I had no nerves about it in the least. Half hour later I'm being booked. I guess I was nervous as I screwed up the friggen alphabet (abcdefghijklmnlopqrstuvwxyz) I did the same mistake twice. The dagger was the breathalyzer though: 0.11. when the law was still 0.1 in Arizona. "Motherfuuuck," was all I was screaming in my head.
College was drawing to it's end and at the big going away party, the gang finally got me to try pot. Gage made a carrot sized doob in my honor and I had 4 mini-puffs. That's all. Got slightly stoned.
A few years later finds me onMill with a friend looking at this FUBU wearin, 81 Cutlass Supremedrivin, dreadlock havin bro askin if he was a cop about the same time he was asking me the same thing. That is to this day still the best weed I ever had. I watched American Psycho for the 1st time absolutely tore-back stoned.
Life was good!
...more to come. Stay posted! Comment, ask me anything, etc.
