A couple of funny things on this topic...
My Mum, who lives in New Zealand, always seems to manage to call me when I am coming down or worse rushing/peaking! Last time she called I was at the Cage recovering from Aurara! That was really hard to explain, especially as I was pretty vague... I always seem to pull it off though???
So I kinda suspect she has an idea that I do it, but being that I am not exactly young anymore she doesn't really push it, I actually think I could talk to her about it and not have her freak out.
I only started drinking about 2 years ago (never touched a drop before that - and still don't drink very often) and I don't do anything other than MDx pills and the occassional social joint (never bongs). I was also very anti-drug up until recently due to bad experiences with a friend I grew up with. She knows all this and knows that I am pretty sensible (except with money - haha)
I have told my Sister (also in NZ) and her response was pretty funny... basically she disapproved (Even though she smokes pot on occassion) and went on about how it changes your personality and then she recited a story about a friend of hers whose girlfriend did it and when he found out he threw her out... I just thought the whole extreme, short on detail, story was amusing. So we don't talk about it anymore.
The final funny story has to do with work... now I am a pretty happy and easily excited chap and people at work think I am a bit strange bopping away to techno music in front of my computer but they have learnt to accept it (I did this long before I tried anything, just the way I am).
Well I don't keep it a secret that I go to raves and my boss has brought up the drug topic a few times in conversation, I just tell him that I have friends that do it and it doesn't bother me... no fucking way I am saying anything different.
However one scattered Friday not that long ago after a fabulous Teriyaki with Disco Super Fly where we met Eds-Hed and Elliven I decided to go to work anyway. I had already organised to borrow some 5-HTP from Elliven and Ed and as they were also scattered somehow we all thought it was ok that Ed drop them off at my work...
... this would have been fine if I had been there as I could have gone down and grabbed them, but I was at a meeting (oh boy another story about how I suddenly just pulled it all together and had the best meeting ever!) so I told them to put them in an envelope and drop them at reception, called reception to warn her and forgot about it.
Oh boy did I get the funny looks when I walked in... first thing the receptionist said was "Where they drugs?!?!", my boss was smiling and looking at me like a Lion ready to feed and I just got fuckng paranoid as hell.
Told them that it was all cool and they were just anti-depression, herbal things... even pulled them out and showed them... just made it worse (plain white powder in a gel-cap.. oh dear).
So feeling threatened I went into my bosses office, closed the door and explained how I have a friend who gets a bit down after taking drugs and I was looking after him later (well it was true, I like to consider myself a friend). I think he bought it because I was very together and felt quite relaxed at the time... but it was pretty weird, and later on funny.
I can just picture Ed, still in his night-out gear, dropping off an envelope that obviously contained capsules to my very anti-drug receptionist... would have been so funny.
Needless to say I keep quiet about my extracurricular activities and don't bring up drugs as a topic of discussion in the office any more. Pretty much everyone else is convinced I am complete druggie... hehe
As for my Dad, not sure how he would take it. I don't think it would destroy him, but he might be dissappointed... don't think I need to bother as he too lives in NZ and likes to keep his head in the sand, mind you if I told him how good the sex is on half a MDMA pill he might be quite happy to discuss it!
I guess if they ask me I'll be upfront with them... I just hope it doesn't come to that...
