Twenty-four years old. College dropout. Smokes too much weed. Doesn't exercise enough. Has no sense of responsibility. Eats Taco Bell for breakfast. Drives aggressively. Trips on mushrooms in wooded areas. Smokes too much weed.
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A nice digital pocket scale is a must-have for any weed smoker. Most people think of scales as a product only pot dealers need, but even if you’re not in the business of selling weed, it’s wise to invest in a scale for a number of reasons.
The most obvious of which is the power to discern whether or not your weed dealer is shorting you. But other than that, a digital weed scale just comes in handy in a lot of situations. If you’ve ever gone in on a sack with one or more friends, you probably wished you had a pocket scale to split up the sack with accuracy.
Most people don’t know this, but Amazon.com is a great place to get cheap weed-related paraphanalia. While they aren’t exactly an online headshop (they don’t sell bongs, pipes, or anything obvious like that) they have a lot of great products every weed smoker should have.
For some reason I decided to ingest a drug my friend referred to as Sassafras, which is just slang for MDA. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve never done MDA.
I do, however, know that I’m going to be up all night on this shit.
Ever since writing “The DMT Experience“, which I wrote in the month following the experience, I wanted to write about another hallucinogenic drug while tripping on it. Not an original idea, of course; I’m certainly not the first person to try.
But I like to trip balls, and I like to write, so I’m going to do both, because America.
Read receipts have achieved a certain level of infamy in the smartphone world. It’s understandable that people are wary of such a feature.
Allow me to explain, for the dwindling race of smartphone-lacking heathens reading this out there (on their antiquated laptops, I presume), that a “read receipt” (pronounced “red”, not “reed”) is a notification to the sender of a text, or texter, that the receiver of the text, or textee, has read the texter’s text.
And for the record, “texter” and “textee” are hereby words. Get with the program, Merriam-Webster!
However, the last time it was updated was 1997. And frankly, it’s not very well written. I mean, in the realm of independent psychedelic drug literature from the 90’s, it’s a goddamn masterpiece. But the average reader would find digging through his puffery-laden language and endless digressions rather tiring. I know I did. Continue reading DMT Series: Peter Meyer – Part One→
Like Mr. Cranston, DMT has been around forever, but has exploded in well-deserved popularity over the past five years.
But DMT, like Mr. Cranston, enjoyed varying levels of attention long before then. Most psychedelic drug users from two decades ago surely knew of Dr. Rick Strassman. Similarly, most TV viewers from two decades ago surely knew of Dr. Tim Whatley.
In the same way Mr. Cranston’s superb acting makes the viewer forget they’re watching TV, DMT’s profound hallucinogenic effects make the user forget they’re tripping on a drug. Both hijack your conscious state in very different ways.
And like Mr. Cranston’s career, the future of DMT (in terms of scientific research) is as exciting as it is unclear.
Most seek to attain these intangible possessions through conventional means. Responsibility means walking the path already traveled. To choose the ladder already climbed.
Some humans, however, seek to clear their own path to these social constructs. To build and climb their own ladder. To eschew convention. Entrepreneurs. Entertainers. Artists.
Since Western society began embracing these humans during the Renaissance, millions of creative individuals have gained societal prominence throughout history; each of whom chiseled a little of their unique influence into today’s global culture.
Looking back, it’s baffling to imagine living with such an addiction. Such a level of dependence. Waking up was impossible without Adderall. As was socializing. As was writing. As was enjoying life.
Adderall addiction doesn’t get much attention from the media. It may be hard to view ADHD medications like Adderall as something from which a serious addiction or dependence can form. They’re neither viewed nor discussed in the same terms as similar street drugs like meth. But make no mistake, Adderall is just a trusted brand of speed, and is every bit as addicting.
Young adults today were largely encouraged, and even forced, to use drugs like Adderall growing up (around the same time we were having D.A.R.E. and the evils of marijuana shoved down our throats). So they don’t share the same negative connotations with their relatives on the streets. But Adderall and other pharmaceutical stimulants are just as dangerous. And indeed, that they don’t carry such negative connotations makes them more so.
Those words have crossed my mind more days than not for the past year. Especially as of late.
Writing is just so damn hard, though.
Well, good writing is hard. Writing about writing is lazy writing. But I gotta start somewhere.
It’s been a hell of a year of not writing. I kicked a nasty drug addiction (which initiated my hiatus), got a real job (no comment on my previous ‘fake’ job), and moved to a new city and state.
All without writing a word.
I’ve never been keen on writing about myself, as doing so is usually another form of lazy writing. But I’m feeling lazy today. Also, it’d be somewhat random for me to start writing articles about other things without mentioning where the hell I’ve been for the past thirteen months.
Accordingly, my next three articles will focus on the above three changes I’ve undergone in the past year. Stay tuned.