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For a number of years there was a pleasant park in the centre of Bergen that was a no-go for your civilised sorts as all manner of junkies were scoring there. The feds came in and kicked them out with no plan as to what to do afterwards. They hastily threw together a fix centre, not 100 yards from where yours truly now sits. There is also a network of pedestrian underpasses right outside the centre as it is on a busy road.

 

All the do-gooders thought the junkies would like a nice warm place to shoot up, but you guessed it, they take their gear and head straight to the underpasses.

 

As a result there are private security bods wandering the underpasses to try and stop the increased robberies and assaults and the feds have paddy-wagons parked up as an express service to take away offenders. Property prices in the neighbourhood have crashed, and those wanting to defend their property have been told they face prosecution, whereas the junkies will get a cuddle.

 

This has been a disaster in a city where drugs are way way less prevalent than Glasgow.

Close the underpass and let the junkies take their chances crossing the busy road.

 

Problems solved.

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What's your favourite drug?

I used to enjoy a decent E but it's been many a year since I've had a decent one. I'm now sticking with LSD.

I've never taken smack so can't say for sure but a come on from an E must be up there with the best feelings in the world.

 

1.Aberdeen goal

2.E come one

3. Getting a double yolker

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I've never taken smack so can't say for sure but a come on from an E must be up there with the best feelings in the world.

 

1.Aberdeen goal

2.E come one

3. Getting a double yolker

 

 

The heavy E come on was indeed a thing of beauty, forget double yolker, a double dunter was where it was all at.

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Correct. Just shows you even gormless inbred midgets can be right sometimes.

And you had the temerity to try and psychoanalyse me and come to a ludicrous conclusion with your made up findings.

 

Must be good drugs. Just you stick to them pal and leave the real work to the professionals.

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And you had the temerity to try and psychoanalyse me and come to a ludicrous conclusion with your made up findings.

 

Must be good drugs. Just you stick to them pal and leave the real work to the professionals.

Saying you cone across as an unhappy wee soul is not psychoanalysis it's just an opinion based on your postings. It's obviously struck a nerve though

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And you had the temerity to try and psychoanalyse me and come to a ludicrous conclusion with your made up findings.

 

Must be good drugs. Just you stick to them pal and leave the real work to the professionals.

Saying you cone across as an unhappy wee soul is not psychoanalysis it's just an opinion based on your postings and the fact you boasted about being a bully. It's obviously struck a nerve though.

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I used to smoke shitloads of it daily, did so from 15 until just a couple of years ago. Packed it in a couple of times before that but always went back to it. I lived in Holland for 5 years, by the time I came home I was smoking 3-5g of white widow or haze a day. No idea how I functioned now.

 

I'm finally at the point where I could pick up a couple of grams, smoke it for 3 days and then not rattle for a week wanting to buy more.

 

That just sounds like me . Entirely.

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Went down to Whitley Bay one bank holiday weekend to meet a mate from work and went into some dump of a bar that mimicked the local in Shameless.

 

Everyone was completely wired, so much so that the owner accepted cash or lines as form of currency for pints.

 

Will never forget the stench of coke farts in that place, was absolutely humming. Was caught in the back of my throat the rest of the day. Nae fine.

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For those who did their formative growing in the nineties, its now apparent that drugs - especially pot - was probably at its worst. Prior to the miracle stuff thats around now, it was mainly lumps of literal shite that had bits of plastic, old engine oil and possible human remains mixed in - anything to maximise profit. Prior to that, people were too cool and groovy to give a fuck about such pish like profiteering, and as such would happily spread around the very pure goodness that came their way via the higer up dealers.

 

From a drugs perspective, being born in the late seventies/early eighties is the pits.

I can recall the hideous stuff you refer to, even from when I was in my early 20s. Common to find bits of plastic in it. Extremely variable quality, generally banding between "ropey" to "absolutely awful". You would always burn your fingers trying to heat / crumble it.

 

Anything could be in in - boot polish, human faeces, ketamine, you name it.

 

Hydroponics has really been a boon for the toker however and coupled with the (brief) lowering of doobie to a class C it meant that most stuff went from being imported solid shite, to being better quality UK grown stuff.

 

Of course there were still associated evils, such as vietnamese people being trafficked to work in doobie farms etc. And still no guarantee of quality, with dealers often selling wet product, or stuff full of leaves / twigs. But even then it was much, much better than "soap bar".

 

Anyone could grow their own and I did for a while (pre marriage) and I knew a few others who did. Its so easy. if you do it right and on a personal scale, you would only ever get caught if you boast about it (some do - amazingly).

 

And so for many glorious years I had the very best stuff one could hope for, properly dried and cured. Heavenly.

 

I believe its only a matter of time before its legal for "medical reasons" - they are too proud to say their policy has been wrong all along - but in the meantime, with it being back to class B (which is absurd) and random drug tests at work etc, it sadly seems more bother than its worth.

 

But, once a year or so, I managed to drag my ass through amsterdam and can revel in it then and work couldnt say anything as Im breaking no laws :) Justice!

 

Alcohol and doobie is all I have ever been interested in. I strongly believe doobie is a sign that God loves us and wants us to be happy (even more than alcohol which takes effort to make, gives hangovers, is addictive and causes social ills).

 

I tried cocaine once (dont know what I was thinking) - no effect, bar a tight feeling in my throat. It was probably persil automatic or something. That said, the (smaller) guy who took it with me claimed to be buzzing. I was like "pffft". 50 quid too. Gimmie some doobie anyday.

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As a young cunt in Amsterdam, eh thought space cakes would be a much simpler way to get high. None of this smoking shit.

 

As one had what felt like no effect, a second large one was procured and scoffled. Holy fuck was that a mistake.

 

The fear from that was horrendous, and only afterwards did eh find out that space cakes go straight to your blood stream and smoking is a slower process. Never again :clangers2:

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