A friend found Jimson Weed growing wild outside our school and harvested the seeds. Knew that much but not the dosage. Visited him in jail (after he ran across campus naked), and he insisted I watch the tiny motorcycles racing up the wall and across the ceiling. That one keeps you out for a whole day and then your artificially near-sighted for a few after that. Most amusing to see which students were on it as they had to get up on the chalkboard to read it.
Biggest mystery is how I did all that crap while smoking pot like cigarettes yet still became Valedictorian. The downfall was taking up the legal poison alcohol to which I attribute every mistake since - but I own that.
CB, you deserved some history there.
Michael
If liked hooch I’d have been no different
My best pal Edwin and an immediate family member whom you know well both fell under its spell
It’s an accepted facet of the human experience in every civilization I know of
Women were ALWAYS my addiction
Both a boon and a curse