Survivors of the '60's
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Captain.Heroin
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I'm not that old, but congratulations IMO! 
bunnymunro
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when I was growing up, marijuana, grog, and heroin were all we knew about, and then speed and acid, coke... pretty simple really.
When people ask me what its like getting older, my first thought is that the drugs just keep on getting better and better!
But seriously, I would (or wouldn't) like to know how much I have spent in my nearly half century on drugs, or more specifically how much more financially better off I would be if the money spent on drugs in my younger days had of been invested in my future.
Not that I would probably change anything, given the chance, I have had some grand experiences, and met some awesome folk along the trail...Or maybe I would change some things... perhaps not have smoked s much weed, I don't think it fucked me up too much, but I did use to prioritise it a bit more than was healthy. Fortunately, so far I have managed to stay clear of long term addiction, (except for a reasonable skirmish with GBL, which grabbed me by the balls for a while),
However, I am not living in a cardboard box, I have a well paid job, and whilst I am not the most productive member of society, I do give back my fair share and then some.
My biggest regret, I think was starting to smoke tobacco.
When people ask me what its like getting older, my first thought is that the drugs just keep on getting better and better!
But seriously, I would (or wouldn't) like to know how much I have spent in my nearly half century on drugs, or more specifically how much more financially better off I would be if the money spent on drugs in my younger days had of been invested in my future.
Not that I would probably change anything, given the chance, I have had some grand experiences, and met some awesome folk along the trail...Or maybe I would change some things... perhaps not have smoked s much weed, I don't think it fucked me up too much, but I did use to prioritise it a bit more than was healthy. Fortunately, so far I have managed to stay clear of long term addiction, (except for a reasonable skirmish with GBL, which grabbed me by the balls for a while),
However, I am not living in a cardboard box, I have a well paid job, and whilst I am not the most productive member of society, I do give back my fair share and then some.
My biggest regret, I think was starting to smoke tobacco.
Thanks!
Thanks! It's been a long road to 2013!
I'm not that old, but congratulations IMO!
Thanks! It's been a long road to 2013!
Glad to hear from you!
My involvement with drugs hit high gear (1967) after taking some Monterey Purple - that did it for me. From there, it was short walk to a Spike.
A friend offered some kick-ass coke and gave me the usual basics for needles; one shot of that shit and I was hooked. Within a year, same friend brought some Heroin - did that too - now, almost 44 years later, I'm still primed for opiates but would rather not. The last 20 years have been, mostly, uneventful. Methadone for a decade followed by Subutex for a decade enabled me to focus on something other than the eternal hustle for dope. Good [life] success followed: Spiritual, personal, social, business, etc.
Then, last November, my sub Doc decides to move out of state - thought I could taper and be OK BUT a disc exploded in my back {L3-L4} just AFTER getting of subs. Go to a new Doc who has compassion and hands me a script for Oxy. Surgery, more pain, more drugs and here I am wondering if my body is capable of making endorphins. Before the back and the taper, I worked 2 jobs, walked over 70 miles @ week. Ate well (veggie), great Spiritual discipline w/ substantial progress...give me a bunch of Oxy and back to square 1.
I'm old with no desire (other than my body screaming for opiates) to chase after strange self-indulgences any longer.
Thinking about going back on Methadone - have an intake coming up - due to my body falling apart (mostly due to all the decades of self-abuse). Both knees have to be replaced (June) and there is NO way I'm going to handle the pain meds responsibly. I know myself too well. Just last week, passed the first kidney stone I've ever had - doc in emergency gave me Morphine (parental) and then Dilaudid (I.M.) and smiled as I left "Bet you're feeling better" he says as I pass him in the hall - wonder if he wondered why I wasn't smiling.
Yep, an old dog for damn sure.
I'd love to listen to others experiences (good, bad, indifferent) and promise no judgement or critique...learned some years back judgement is a very self-centered device.
Anyone got some stories or advice or questions or whatever - lets talk. Most of my contemporaries are dead, I can only think of a few who survived the 60's, 70's and 80's. It would be very nice to meet others who've had similar experiences.
Thanks!
My involvement with drugs hit high gear (1967) after taking some Monterey Purple - that did it for me. From there, it was short walk to a Spike.
A friend offered some kick-ass coke and gave me the usual basics for needles; one shot of that shit and I was hooked. Within a year, same friend brought some Heroin - did that too - now, almost 44 years later, I'm still primed for opiates but would rather not. The last 20 years have been, mostly, uneventful. Methadone for a decade followed by Subutex for a decade enabled me to focus on something other than the eternal hustle for dope. Good [life] success followed: Spiritual, personal, social, business, etc.
Then, last November, my sub Doc decides to move out of state - thought I could taper and be OK BUT a disc exploded in my back {L3-L4} just AFTER getting of subs. Go to a new Doc who has compassion and hands me a script for Oxy. Surgery, more pain, more drugs and here I am wondering if my body is capable of making endorphins. Before the back and the taper, I worked 2 jobs, walked over 70 miles @ week. Ate well (veggie), great Spiritual discipline w/ substantial progress...give me a bunch of Oxy and back to square 1.
I'm old with no desire (other than my body screaming for opiates) to chase after strange self-indulgences any longer.
Thinking about going back on Methadone - have an intake coming up - due to my body falling apart (mostly due to all the decades of self-abuse). Both knees have to be replaced (June) and there is NO way I'm going to handle the pain meds responsibly. I know myself too well. Just last week, passed the first kidney stone I've ever had - doc in emergency gave me Morphine (parental) and then Dilaudid (I.M.) and smiled as I left "Bet you're feeling better" he says as I pass him in the hall - wonder if he wondered why I wasn't smiling.
Yep, an old dog for damn sure.
I'd love to listen to others experiences (good, bad, indifferent) and promise no judgement or critique...learned some years back judgement is a very self-centered device.
Anyone got some stories or advice or questions or whatever - lets talk. Most of my contemporaries are dead, I can only think of a few who survived the 60's, 70's and 80's. It would be very nice to meet others who've had similar experiences.
Thanks!
Thanks for posting!
I wonder about all the money, too. Have tried to estimate (in the past) but the number is ridiculously high. HOw do you part a fool and his money - give him a taste of the poppy! I've a friend who used to deal (big time) in H. This guy had suitcases full of Franklins all over his house...we've talked - a lot about this - he estimates spending well over 3 MM on drugs, parties, and etc...the worst part of, though, was all of the collateral damage done to overs by being a conduit to the dope - no way to estimate the costs, there.
It is what it was - it is what it is.
Understand about tobacco - I was addicted to that weed for 30 years. Thank God that one is over and done.