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.
Depression sinks in. Sitting in traffic after a long week at work, painfully aware that my only free time for the next 7 days is squashed. Leaving the office at 5:00pm allows just enough time to navigate the clusterfuck of Virginia Beach rush-hour traffic between me and my destination. Nothing more.
Overwrought, I envision the next 48 hours.
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I was arrested for a DUI 3 months ago. It happened on an early Sunday morning around 2am. I took an Uber from the bar to a friends house where I left my car. His door was locked so instead of requesting another Uber, I decided to drive 10 minutes down the road to smoke some bud with another friend of mine. I had been lucky too many times before. This time, I hit a checkpoint. Continue reading Tales from Weekend Jail→
The party is dying, and FAST. The bottle of Grey Goose you stole from your parent’s freezer is finished, the 6 pack your buddy talked his older brother into giving you is depleted, and the people are getting antsy. The girls are about to leave, because this once smooth-sailing get together is on its way to a spectacular crash.
You and your friends are starting to get nervous. After all, you’re the ones who are supposed to be throwing this bash, and if somebody utters that dreaded “Let’s bounce bro, this party is lame” phrase, you’re fucked.
Tensions have risen across the country in the wake of the shooting death of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo. While we don’t have all the facts as to what prompted Darren Wilson to kill Brown, the event certainly has brought to light the issues people of color in that community have had with the police in the past.
As we know all too well, weed gets kind of a bad rap. Let’s face it: drug use in general gets one hell of a bad rap. It seems everyone knows someone whose life was destroyed by drugs.
See? Instantly when you read that sentence, your mind conjured up an image of the stereotypical drugged-up moron. The bumbling idiot who wears his Bob Marley tank top with pride (yet can’t name more than one or two of his songs), rocking his marijuana leaf socks, recording Snapchats of every bong rip he takes, posting about 4/20 on Facebook. He probably doesn’t have a job. He certainly has no ambition. Continue reading An Open Letter to the Potheads of the World→
There is a systemic problem in our culture that is not addressed in schools, by government programs or by mainstream media. Finding a great job with kick ass pay doesn’t do the trick. And no matter how many times I have sex, I always seem to find myself thirsting for something that I can never quite put my finger on. We are told that drugs are bad and that the people who do them have problems or are dead and empty inside.
Editor’s note: Vegter Animus is a new writer here at Everything Wrong with Today’s Youth. While this is his first article on ewwty, he has been writing for a long time. If you love this article (which you will, because it’s awesome) check out his blog:Project i•Am•You
You Thought You Were The Only One
How many people graduate from college and enter the so-called real world only to find that a life of deadlines, repaying debts, stress and getting fat isn’t what they signed up for? No one told you this was part of the deal on the balmy August afternoon during freshman orientation while we were doing trust falls and sharing our dreams with one another. Yes, college lied to you about the plight of your future. The question is: why?
After you get over the thrill of handing a healthy portion of your paycheck to your local bartender every Friday and Saturday, you too realize that being a member of the “real world” just doesn’t seem so glamorous anymore. Continue reading Why College Lies to You: Part One→