White Lightning
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 09:17 AM PST
Topic Experiences


I guess those of you who have read my posts have an idea of me. Arthegarn is this Catholic Spanish guy who speaks a very good English, has a sucking love life, works as a lawyer, teaches at an University and is always rambling about the finest points of morality. I Guess you think I don't do drugs...
Well, you would almost be right. I don't do drugs. I don't do medicines unless forcibly prescribed. I don't even do aspirins, I do shiatsu when I have a hedache.

Just this friday I was MSNing to Schizo about how almost everyone in Spain does pot. We are just 14 km (way less than 10 miles) from Morocco so cannabis is both good, cheap and easy to come by. We are also the Madre Patria to Spanish Americans so we enjoy the best and cheapest cocaine. All my life I have heard praises about Spain's cocaine. I never thought of it and actually found it disgusting, I don't like people who do drugs (sorry, I guess). Buying that crap is only financing the world's greatest killing and suffering-causing machine, far beyond paying USA's taxes no matter what demagogy might argue. So I'm just not doing it. Health set aside, religion set aside, buying that is becoming an accesory to evil. It's inmoral so I never have and I never will do it.

But then again...

There is this goth disco in Madrid. There is this manager who does this really good cocaine, even for Spain's standards, like it was water. There is this really good and highly respected friend of mine who goes into the toilet right after this manager exists and finds he has dropped a couple of grames. There is Arthegarn's 12 pints of beer. There is this fascinating, heated political debate. It is 07:00.

So I had it. I really didn't need it to go on but I was DAMNED CURIOUS about it. After all I am almost 30, damnit, and it's not like I was going to become an adict or something.

That stuff is fucking dangerous.

I wanted to really flavor the experience so I was really self conscious. I checked my heart rate to feel it rising, I was morbly delighted about my nostril becoming unsensitive, I think I could even feel my temperature rise. But I was totally unprepared for the "mental alertness" thing. It was 07:30 and I know I have never been so brilliant in my life. The heated debate soon ended after I came up with some utterly undebatable arguments (my friend said I ought to write a paper on it). I could break everything down to a formula. I won't tell you how did the night (morning) end but let's say I fulfilled the most common fantasy in a man's crotch. I am extremely shy, but it was just like I saw where were the buttons I had to press to get what I wanted. I was so self-assured... It was the Matrix kind of thing, the world just went so slow around me I had a plenty of time to think about what to do or what to say... and I dared to

I really would have it again. And again. I really wish I could live my life in that state. I was fast, brilliant, sure, alert, I could even find ways around my dearest moral constraints. I want more. And it's not the party-and-sex thing. Actually it ¡s much more tempting for my job. I am a good lawyer but with that I know I would just eat Arthur Andersen.

I won't of course, luckily I am still Arthegarn. But if I weren't, if I were younger, if I were not such a damned grownup, not so self conscious, I would do it again. And again. I would most likely become an adict, I would fool myself into believing I am not, that it is just some "help" from outside that "I deserve from time to time". That thing is really cool, really good, and really dangerous just because of it. My, if I ever become a parent I will really be afraid about my kids ever doing it.

It would be so easy to give in to it...

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