Drugs took me to places; they were like portals. It's kind of a clich, but they were like portals to altered states of consciousness into ways of imagining the world, or seeing a world beyond this world, or seeing a world beyond this world that i might not have gotten to unless i discovered meditation and a very deep, intense spiritual path based on contemplation and meditation.
Everybody's still miserable in the same way they've always been miserable, and more and more of my friends - especially my male friends - find themselves taking anti-anxiety, psychotropic drugs. It seems like everybody i know is wondering if they're really who they are, or once the prescription runs out, will they become someone different?
The seven dwarfs were each on different little trips. happy was into grass and grass alone. happy, that's all he did. sleepy was into reds. grumpy, too much speed. sneezy was a full blown coke freak. doc was a connection. dopey was into everything. any old orifice will do for dopey. he's always got his arm out and his leg up. and then, the one we always forget, because he was bashful. bashful didn't use drugs. he was paranoid on his own. didn't need any help on that ladder.
The drug problem is in the united states, not in mexico. It's a demand problem and that is to be dealt with here, and it is not being dealt with. It's been shown over and over that prevention and treatment are far more cost effective than police action, out-of-country action, border control, and so on.