“This is just what I do while I’m awake so it doesn’t really matter.” That’s what I said to one of the salesmen we purchase supplies from. We laughed. He jokingly told me he ought to take a quaalude when he got home. Do they even make quaaludes now?
They were infrequently present during my misspent youth. I had an upstairs neighbor who was into EST and ’ludes; enlightenment through sleeping. Drugs are dangerous and youth is fun. Sometimes drugs and youth are paired. I do not recall my youth through a drug filter. Admittedly, some periods were distorted by the booze filter, or in some instances completely obliterated, but that doesn’t make me a bad girl.
I had a friend who was a 1% biker. He had a tattoo of a heart (it was BIG) on the end of his penis. I did not have a physically intimate relationship with him but we were friends. When I stopped in to visit him he said, “I got a new tattoo, man” (in the same manner I would have mentioned a new pair of earrings) and he whipped it out and showed it to me. He was romantically involved with one of my friends that summer. I had a broken heart caused by a long distance relationship weakened by reciprocal infidelities and post-coital recriminations. When I told my biker friend I was sad, he dosed me with a few long neck beers and one of his dog’s thorazines. I went directly to sleep.
Later on, in boot camp, I met a disturbed young woman who would not respond to or interact calmly with anyone other than me. I was elected to keep her company until the command could decide how to discharge her. In a coincidental twist of fate, they dosed her with quaaludes and thorazine.