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June 4, 2014
Maureen Dowd on pot candy bar: 'I became convinced that I had died'
Seeing that that happened in 1991 it's about time she caught on. Now if she'd just shut up and stay buried. Otherwise, it's a head shot.Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 4, 2014 2:20 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Her problem was that she was not playing Frank Zappa's "Help I'm a Rock" while she was tripping.
Posted by: Fat Man at June 4, 2014 3:33 PM
Isnt it strange that she is like that while most people simply enjoy it?
Posted by: bgarrett at June 4, 2014 3:43 PM
Not surprising at all. The woman is a walking warehouse of neuroses and hatreds. Eating the stuff *guarantees* trouble, if one isn't relatively psychologically healthy, and prepared for six-plus hours of a weird head-trip.
Posted by: Skorpion at June 4, 2014 3:50 PM
She's the first person in the entire universe to trip off reefer, and a blatant liar. Fuk her ded.
Posted by: ghostsniper at June 4, 2014 5:04 PM
Nice to see the Mo honest, at least.
For all you hard-core "libertarians," I gotta say I smoked pot for 40 years, and I hallucinated more than once. Not fun.
Posted by: Rob De Witt at June 4, 2014 10:10 PM
Yeah, me too, but not off the pot, and it was fun.
100+trips, never a bad one.
It may be a reflection of the users current circumstances as to how it turns out.
Window pane, blotter, microdot.
Posted by: ghostsniper at June 5, 2014 4:14 AM
'I became convinced that I had died' say MoDo.
I never thought I would live to see this day; MoDo's wish and mine are the SAME.
(I know, harsh.)
Posted by: ed in texas at June 5, 2014 4:53 AM
I don't know how anyone can do that shit. Isn't reality weird enough.
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at June 5, 2014 4:59 AM
Twenty-seven years clean and sober. The bad days I have now are better than the good days I used to have.
Yes VW, reality is plenty weird.
Posted by: chasmatic at June 5, 2014 6:36 AM
MoDo's personal experience is just that, personal. It reminds me of a book by Andrew Weil, MD that I read in medical school; it's title is "The Mind is the Drug". I saw a lot of people who had bad drug experiences in the late 1970's; the drug wasn't necessarily bad in and of itself, but their response to it was insane. It seems humans have lost a sense of the mystical, when the use of mind-altering drugs was surrounded by ceremony and tradition and a search for something hidden within by God. I read recently that Alexander Shulgin, the man who made MDMA (Ecstasy) a popular drug in recent decades, took thousands of doses of various chemicals seeking nirvana over a period of 50 years. Man has a hard time accepting that satisfaction, of any kind, is fleeting. Dissatisfaction is a persistent human condition.
Life lesson from my older sister, over 50 years a registered pharmacist, as told to me when I was 16 years old: "Drugs are for selling, not for taking.".
Posted by: twolaneflash at June 5, 2014 8:31 AM