CONTINUED FROM YESTRADAMUS 100709 (PART 5 OF 5)
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The job took me to the very center of this pot culture. The source of the mind-altering flora was a guy named, Mr. Green. He wasn’t a big time drug-lord by any stretch of the imagination. He was just a guy who was able hustle a permit that gave him the state license to sell marijuana for medical purposes. I can tell that he has smoked his share of pot in his life. His shoulders were permanently lifted up, almost Larry King like - a straight clothesline because of the many lung-filling inhalations he has taken. He talks precisely like a stoner, like he took a drag from a joint, held his breath and then starts talking without letting even a little bit of air out. To make him feel comfortable I started talking to him like a pothead as well. If we were dumped in a swimming pool in the middle of a conversation we would have looked like a couple of fishes to the observer – our mouths would be opening and closing but no bubbles would be coming out. After a while, I was dizzy because of the lack of oxygen going to my brain. That’s when he said; “I’ve got something for you. This is some horse kicking stuff that will make your head-ache go away”. He brought out a joint the size of the cigar. That thing was humongous. Pointing to it he said, “This is what I call a one hit wonder. One hit and you’ll be wondering". “Wondering about what?”, I asked. “Find out for yourself, here. This is meant to bring out the kid in you". That made me think. It sounded tempting because I missed those Christmases I had when I was a child – so many cool toys. But at the same time, it was problematic because I was working. “No thanks”, I said.
The day of the round up finally came. It was one of the most anti-climactic events of my life. I wasn’t working for any law enforcement agencies so I wasn’t empowered to detain or even charge anybody. My job was to find out whether or not this guy, whose mother hired me, was a pot dealer. It turns out that he was. His source was actually Mr. Green. He would buy as much as he can and then pass it on to his friend who would sell it to his other friends. The money he made dealing pot was more than he would make flipping burgers.
The drug bust, if you can call it that, was a meeting with the mother. I organized a portfolio for her that included photos, recordings and names of his friends who I was certain were potheads. The danger, I told her, was that pot is a transitive drug that leads the user to try other drugs. That’s when you get into serious trouble especially in this day and age when manufactured synthetic drugs are very potent and addictive. For instance, try heroine just once and you are an addict for life. You will forever be looking for that first high. Crack, a derivative of cocaine that is more potent will have the same effect. Speed will fry your brains faster than just about any drug. MRI’s of long time users of Speed always shows dry holes in a person’s brain. The net effect is that it actually shrinks the brain. Once your brain is physiologically altered in that way, you are never the same again. It is one organ that cannot yet be replaced by transplant operation.
One parent I met, who lives in a surf city, said that there is something about his city that encourages pot use among the teens. So as a way to placate his son from the peer pressure, he has his son do a urine test every week. When offered drugs, he just says that he can’t because he’ll get a piss-test the coming weekend. As for my client, she eventually decided it was best to move her son to another state, away from his friends and that scene that created that environment.
What happened to my girlfriend? I married her years later. I never had so much fun with any person before. I had to tell her the truth and promised her never to lie to her again. She thought about it and felt that my feelings were genuine. Every day I wake up with such a feeling of happiness that I ended up with her. She didn’t know it at the time but in many ways she saved me. I definitely married up.
But what Yestradamus is really saying is like this: Your body is merely a vessel for your brain. Care for it as best as you can because the quality of your life depends on it.
(WARNING: This featured film was Rated R when it was first released in 1982. It uses language that are unsuitable for children. If you are under the age of 17, seek the approval of your parents before viewing this clip.)
VIEW A CLIP OF A STONER
(ANALYST 147X)
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The job took me to the very center of this pot culture. The source of the mind-altering flora was a guy named, Mr. Green. He wasn’t a big time drug-lord by any stretch of the imagination. He was just a guy who was able hustle a permit that gave him the state license to sell marijuana for medical purposes. I can tell that he has smoked his share of pot in his life. His shoulders were permanently lifted up, almost Larry King like - a straight clothesline because of the many lung-filling inhalations he has taken. He talks precisely like a stoner, like he took a drag from a joint, held his breath and then starts talking without letting even a little bit of air out. To make him feel comfortable I started talking to him like a pothead as well. If we were dumped in a swimming pool in the middle of a conversation we would have looked like a couple of fishes to the observer – our mouths would be opening and closing but no bubbles would be coming out. After a while, I was dizzy because of the lack of oxygen going to my brain. That’s when he said; “I’ve got something for you. This is some horse kicking stuff that will make your head-ache go away”. He brought out a joint the size of the cigar. That thing was humongous. Pointing to it he said, “This is what I call a one hit wonder. One hit and you’ll be wondering". “Wondering about what?”, I asked. “Find out for yourself, here. This is meant to bring out the kid in you". That made me think. It sounded tempting because I missed those Christmases I had when I was a child – so many cool toys. But at the same time, it was problematic because I was working. “No thanks”, I said.
The day of the round up finally came. It was one of the most anti-climactic events of my life. I wasn’t working for any law enforcement agencies so I wasn’t empowered to detain or even charge anybody. My job was to find out whether or not this guy, whose mother hired me, was a pot dealer. It turns out that he was. His source was actually Mr. Green. He would buy as much as he can and then pass it on to his friend who would sell it to his other friends. The money he made dealing pot was more than he would make flipping burgers.
The drug bust, if you can call it that, was a meeting with the mother. I organized a portfolio for her that included photos, recordings and names of his friends who I was certain were potheads. The danger, I told her, was that pot is a transitive drug that leads the user to try other drugs. That’s when you get into serious trouble especially in this day and age when manufactured synthetic drugs are very potent and addictive. For instance, try heroine just once and you are an addict for life. You will forever be looking for that first high. Crack, a derivative of cocaine that is more potent will have the same effect. Speed will fry your brains faster than just about any drug. MRI’s of long time users of Speed always shows dry holes in a person’s brain. The net effect is that it actually shrinks the brain. Once your brain is physiologically altered in that way, you are never the same again. It is one organ that cannot yet be replaced by transplant operation.
One parent I met, who lives in a surf city, said that there is something about his city that encourages pot use among the teens. So as a way to placate his son from the peer pressure, he has his son do a urine test every week. When offered drugs, he just says that he can’t because he’ll get a piss-test the coming weekend. As for my client, she eventually decided it was best to move her son to another state, away from his friends and that scene that created that environment.
What happened to my girlfriend? I married her years later. I never had so much fun with any person before. I had to tell her the truth and promised her never to lie to her again. She thought about it and felt that my feelings were genuine. Every day I wake up with such a feeling of happiness that I ended up with her. She didn’t know it at the time but in many ways she saved me. I definitely married up.
But what Yestradamus is really saying is like this: Your body is merely a vessel for your brain. Care for it as best as you can because the quality of your life depends on it.
(WARNING: This featured film was Rated R when it was first released in 1982. It uses language that are unsuitable for children. If you are under the age of 17, seek the approval of your parents before viewing this clip.)
VIEW A CLIP OF A STONER
(ANALYST 147X)
