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some weed, and I got all nervous and had to leave a party. I
just didn't touch any drugs.
Twenty-first year. Twenty-second year. And then my twenty-third
year. I was living in Key West. I started drinking
heavily. See, KW doesn't really have that much to do beyond
ocean stuff and night life. I really partied a lot. And tons of
guys were popping these newish pills called "ex" (they called
it that in Key West) and it seemed so easy and they really
seemed to enjoy the stuff. But the thought of it just made me
shudder.
I didn't do drugs.
And damn, I kept thinking about how much fun it looked
like they were having. So, my friend at the time (a lady I still
talk to who, herself, has moved well beyond that era) was sort
of in a relationship with some French Canadians living in the
Keys who had a whole "business" going that was focused just
on ecstasy. And you have to remember, the US Federal Government
at this time hadn't even caught up with the stuff; it
was still something like Schedule 2 or 3. It was not a high
priority.
And given how it didn't seem to have any weird side effects,
I finally gave in to the curiosity and asked to buy a pill†.
That was a big deal. The big night came, and I took it. Tick
tock, tick tock. nothing. Another hour went by and nothing.
Damn, and by the time we realized that it was not going to
happen, there weren't anymore connections. Shit. What a
waste of fifteen bucks!! Worked for everybody else, just not
me.
So, the next weekend came and we were prepared: TWo
PILLS!!! We did that shit right and popped the pill right as
I got to the club (I'm actually getting jittery thinking about
it now). Tick tock. Tick tock. nothing. "GoDDAMn MAn!
You must have an iron metabolism. no worry. We came prepared.
Second pill . . . CRUSHED! now open up. This'll be a
little gross buddy, but it's sure to . . . "
Alllkkkkk! Splattt! Clakk! Grulp. Ugh. oh, holy mother,
there's nothing that can describe the horror, the absolute gagreflex-inducing,
hellish, bitternesss of a crushed up pill of ecstasy
in the mouth. Aspirin doesn't even come close. That shit
was horrible.
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