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[Sparklehorse]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Fluid IV. That was the plan we came up with one night to make oodles and oodles of money. Open an IV bar with Doctor friend next door to the busiest bar in town. Run it from midnight to 4 am. Profit.

Why do these not exist? It can't be illegal to give people fluids can it?

This might be as easy to get insurance for as that plexiglass overhang on the Grand Canyon that made RT's list of atrocities.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by Sparklehorse
Agreed. I had a sort of similar experience in college. One Saturday night, I took too many strong mushrooms too late in the evening. The evening was fun but then it got to be around 3 and I wanted to go to sleep. I had a test on Monday and wanted to study on Sunday so I needed a semi-decent night of sleep. I acted like I'd just had a lot to drink but my body disagreed. I had bed spins that turned into visuals. I got up when I heard my roommmate come home and got a consultation. He was older and a hard-core partyer -- worked at the Ramada Inn as a bartender and belonged to the drunken preppy frat on campus. He recommended a bunch of bong hits. I took my prescribed medicine and started to feel better. I got up to return to my bed. On my way through the kitchen, I fell on the floor and could not get up for a few minutes. During that time, I vowed never to do mushrooms again. I obviously did get up but I did not sleep well that night, needless to say.

I think I've eaten mushrooms once since then.

I am only posting here again to point out the phrase that I've bolded is where our college experiences diverged. I never wanted to study, ever, so I didn't. Ever. It's amazing where you can get in life despite a 2.12 cummulative undergraduate GPA.

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
I think you are wrong. Or else everyone I know is lying.

Everyone I knew in college and on summer breaks on Nantucket lived like this or harder. Sebby and I are the only two who turned out to be lawyers apparently. I have a feeling that neither New England College nor Eckerd college produced a single alum who attended a grad school . But those cut the checks school arent really about education.

My first real boyfriend had two older siblings go to Yale. He went to New England College. HE was totally our type- tall, lean, boxer wearing, lacrosse player. Almost certainly bald by now. Anyuway, his approach to academics was something like "given the choice between studying and doing a bong hit, I think there is no question which to do".

Last I heard he was living in Ithaca with an older woman. Of course ths was when he was like 25. Maybe I will google him like my stalker friend RT.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by ironweed
No doubt. Except I went to a state school, so you should substitute "blotter," "hash" and "Ballantine" for the 'shrooms, blow and champagne in Sebby's story. Otherwise, word for fuckin' word, dude.

The easiest way to get the shrooms cheap was to sell the fuckers.

There is still no better feeling on God's green earth than having $5k in cash and your own personal quarter pound of mushrooms at the start of Junior Year.

I used to give my inventory away at parties late at night to keep things going. There was nothing better than a yard of freaks at 4 am, grooving on a late 60s show (one of those insane fuckers where Jerry was dosed out of his tree).

There was a brief time where I was happily legally insane close to 40% of the time... I think thats what makes me so cynical now... Its hard to take seriously a reality thats just such a king ass joke. We're such small venal little beings, running in circles and into walls, trying to grasp some grand purpose out of the ride.

Mushrooms are good. You can spot bullshitters miles away. Unfortunately, the game eventually becomes trying to find the non-bullshitters.

Originally posted by ironweed
No doubt. Except I went to a state school, so you should substitute "blotter," "hash" and "Ballantine" for the 'shrooms, blow and champagne in Sebby's story. Otherwise, word for fuckin' word, dude.

Ironwood, if you had truly shared a childhood much like Sebby's and mine, you wouild know that hash is analgous to Maui Wowie and that ether stolen from the chemistry lab would be your coke substitute. Possibly meth, but I think this was the period betwwen Edie Sedgwick and Lindsay Lohan where meth wasnt really done.

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I used to give my inventory away at parties late at night to keep things going.

Once upon a time, when I was offered free blotter by some joker I didn't know that well, I assumed it was shit weak and took seven. Critical thinking at its finest.

Ok, Slave. This is my last post here because I didn't get the K and now I'm writing "this-one-time-in-band-camp" posts. You happy?

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The easiest way to get the shrooms cheap was to sell the fuckers.

There is still no better feeling on God's green earth than having $5k in cash and your own personal quarter pound of mushrooms at the start of Junior Year.

I used to give my inventory away at parties late at night to keep things going. There was nothing better than a yard of freaks at 4 am, grooving on a late 60s show (one of those insane fuckers where Jerry was dosed out of his tree).

There was a brief time where I was happily legally insane close to 40% of the time... I think thats what makes me so cynical now... Its hard to take seriously a reality thats just such a king ass joke. We're such small venal little beings, running in circles and into walls, trying to grasp some grand purpose out of the ride.

Mushrooms are good. You can spot bullshitters miles away. Unfortunately, the game eventually becomes trying to find the non-bullshitters.

I heart shrooms. Some of my best college memories involve them. One time myself and three friends decided to wear identical patagonia bunting overalls and walk around campus booming. People thought we were smurfs.

another time, it was an unbreaably frigid night in January when not quite everyone was back at campus. The upperclass people could pick the dorms they wanted to live in and inevitably the campus was divided between the ungerground frat meatheads from Route 128 and the ultimate frisbee playing heads. Guess which group I was in? Anyway, on that night like twelve of us packed into one tiny dorm room, cranked up Allmans and the Dead (and probably Blues Traveler- HEY! Who turned that shit on?) and we didnt leave for like eight hours. Hysterical laughter out of our heads. Two folks stumlbed in and said, "uh oh, this is a shorrom room" and left. bc you didnt want to be locked in a smalll room with this group.

I havent done shrooms since Jerry died. Sebby, do you still do them? Do you know anyone who does? There should be a group on craigslist or something. What would be the code word?

Maybe we should shroom on our rendevous and admire the tall buildings and walk through central park for a long time.

ETA that I still have those patagonia bunting overalls. Couoldnt bear to throw them away though they dont work with my current fasion sensibiltiy. Maybe I will wear them for our trip?

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Exactly. This is the FB for the dignified and mature crowd. It is alsot the new home of the Book Club.

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[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by ironweed
Once upon a time, when I was offered free blotter by some joker I didn't know that well, I assumed it was shit weak and took seven. Critical thinking at its finest.

Ouch. You've good wiring. I have a buddy who did something similar, and he ain't the same no more...

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
I heart shrooms. Some of my best college memories involve them. One time myself and three friends decided to wear identical patagonia bunting overalls and walk around campus booming. People thought we were smurfs.

another time, it was an unbreaably frigid night in January when not quite everyone was back at campus. The upperclass people could pick the dorms they wanted to live in and inevitably the campus was divided between the ungerground frat meatheads from Route 128 and the ultimate frisbee playing heads. Guess which group I was in? Anyway, on that night like twelve of us packed into one tiny dorm room, cranked up Allmans and the Dead (and probably Blues Traveler- HEY! Who turned that shit on?) and we didnt leave for like eight hours. Hysterical laughter out of our heads. Two folks stumlbed in and said, "uh oh, this is a shorrom room" and left. bc you didnt want to be locked in a smalll room with this group.

I havent done shrooms since Jerry died. Sebby, do you still do them? Do you know anyone who does? There should be a group on craigslist or something. What would be the code word?

Maybe we should shroom on our rendevous and admire the tall buildings and walk through central park for a long time.

ETA that I still have those patagonia bunting overalls. Couoldnt bear to throw them away though they dont work with my current fasion sensibiltiy. Maybe I will wear them for our trip?

I try to eat them yearly at one point or another, to "clean out the pipes." Terrific therapeutic exercise. In all sincerity, everyone shoule eat mushrooms or acid once a year. That X crap is like low grade coke. Its fun, but I don't understand whats so great about it. I guess its fun in casinos. Need to be around lots of lights.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Ouch. You've good wiring. I have a buddy who did something similar, and he ain't the same no more...

Same here. My friend is kind of like Jesus from "Levon." He just blows up balloons all day and wants to go to Venus. Good thing his parents have boatloads of cash, cause he wouldn't last a day on the street.

[LessinSF]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The easiest way to get the shrooms cheap was to sell the fuckers. ...

I leave for Burning Man Thursday morning. One of the guys at my camp buys by the pound at $1,000 per. Do the math - dirt (or shit) cheap. I am a Burning Man virgin. I will do my best to recall whatever the hell I do and give a recap next week.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by LessinSF
I leave for Burning Man Thursday morning. One of the guys at my camp buys by the pound at $1,000 per. Do the math - dirt (or shit) cheap. I am a Burning Man virgin. I will do my best to recall whatever the hell I do and give a recap next week.

Compare and contrast with my buddies' stuff. Last I heard they had were at 500 caps and they were looking for 500 more. I assume that they got it, though I have no idea how much they ended up paying for it.

[LessinSF]

Well, to be fair, I bought my own down here from someone whose shit I have had before and trust. I just met the guy at the camp a couple of weeks ago, but I will probably trade some of mine for some of his to compare. Maybe I will do the same with your buddy.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by LessinSF
I leave for Burning Man Thursday morning. One of the guys at my camp buys by the pound at $1,000 per. Do the math - dirt (or shit) cheap. I am a Burning Man virgin. I will do my best to recall whatever the hell I do and give a recap next week.

Damnit. they're near impossible to get out here. I have a small bag in the freezer, but come Labor Day, thats gone and I'm searching, searching, searching...

Acid is pretty much non-existent anymore. I heard since they nailed three major producers in the Midwest two years ago, that stuff's all but disappeared. Haven't been on that horse in a long time. Wouldn't mind trying it on for size again...