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When I did write, I would just about chain smoke. I don't care if you quit/are addicted/work in a tobacco plantation it's just not a question you would typically ask.
I heard that stuff can make you hallucinate? Crazy dreams?Best thing I ever did.
Nope, other than on stage, and then they usually weren't lit. I have to remind myself to include smoking in period piece short stories.
I would like to point out that smoking is the only vice that forces those around the smoker to share in the experience. If that's not enough, I would urge anyone who thinks that smoking is just an individual habit to join in the cleaning of a motel room that was just inhabited by a chain smoker.
I used to have Tuli Kupferberg's classic history of tobacco (published by bandmate Ed Saunders FUCK YOU PRESS) lying around but that's long gone, alas. I recall some details. The Spanish who first saw Native Americans puffing leaves called it "drinking smoke". King James I (the bible guy) banned smoking as a hanging offense but that didn't last. The New World was colonized to benefit druglords, the producers of tobacco and rum and sugar -- one Caribbean sugar island was worth more than all the mainland North American colonies. Et cetera.
* How about skin patches? And snuffing instead of smoking?
This is not a simple subject.
I heard that stuff can make you hallucinate? Crazy dreams?
I have a few stories involving a fantasy pot called Candyland or Wonderland with hypnotic-euphoric-telepathic-aphrodisiac effects. Otherwise, folks may puff Humboldt Gold weed or Ukiah hash in my tales. That's happy-happy. Hard drug users don't fare so well in my writings. They're hardly erotic, hey?Smoked dope my last year of high school and through uni. On the whole, cheaper than booze.
Ice aka Euphoria aka 4MAX doesn't seem to be the poison of choice in my neck of the woods yet -- the next county south is reputedly riddled with meth labs and the local rehab centers focus on opiates, meth, and alcohol. But who knows what really happens in our remote hamlets?Ice is the scourge here, it's ripping through rural communities, just terrible terrible stuff.
I have a few stories involving a fantasy pot called Candyland or Wonderland with hypnotic-euphoric-telepathic-aphrodisiac effects. Otherwise, folks may puff Humboldt Gold weed or Ukiah hash in my tales. That's happy-happy. Hard drug users don't fare so well in my writings. They're hardly erotic, hey?
Ice aka Euphoria aka 4MAX doesn't seem to be the poison of choice in my neck of the woods yet -- the next county south is reputedly riddled with meth labs and the local rehab centers focus on opiates, meth, and alcohol. But who knows what really happens in our remote hamlets?
Should this thread derail to discuss drug policy? Basic quandary: People like getting fucked up. Banning substances of abuse doesn't reduce supply, only boosts prices. Punishing abusers doesn't deter abuse. Folks use and abuse legal drugs like sugar, caffeine, and OTC meds, semi-legal drugs like alcohol, nicotine, cannabis, and prescription meds, and totally illegal stuff.
We're quite used to self-medicating. That's reality. The LIT authorship angle: how to erotically deal with substance (ab)use?