You could always tell them when they’re 18 or so. That’s about the age I was when my mom told me that she, my father, my aunt, my uncle, and all their friends did their fair share of drugs in the mid-seventies. I’d skip on the sex stories, though.
You could always tell them when they’re 18 or so. That’s about the age I was when my mom told me that she, my father, my aunt, my uncle, and all their friends did their fair share of drugs in the mid-seventies. I’d skip on the sex stories, though.
Anyway:
I have an older son too and I did tell him hoping that I could steer him away from doing drugs and it freakin back fired on me. I’m trying it differently this time.
I had knee surgery a few months back. This was me before surgery when I still had a massive ponytail down to my knees and a lotta painkillers running through my veins:
This is me this morning, before coffee and after a nasty thinderstorm:
Mishella looks like she lived in the Penelope Spheeris film “Suburbia”.
That was a pretty accurate movie. I did occasionally hang with a group of hard core skinheads. They did the whole suspenders, Docs and flannels tied around the waist. They were skaters and used to fight with the preppy students at Rollins college all the time. My friend Jeff broke his arm in three places in a mosh pit. We did some drugs but none of us were into anything hardcore. Weed, coke, quaaludes were big then, speed, stuff like that. I never did acid but it was big then too. And here I’m just talking about in my group of friends.
Just like how Dazed and Confused is really similar to how it was in the 70’s. I had three older brothers. One was in the navy but the other two had an apartment that they sold tons of weed from. I was in my early teens then and the first time I ever smoked weed or did coke was at my brothers parties. I remember watching them crush Darvon/Darvocette and snorting them. Lolol. I’m having quite a walk down memory lane here. Sorry if I’m rambling.