Free Excerpts from 30 Years High - Functional Addiction - Is There Hope?
Chapter 4 - Finally
The summer went by quickly. I was still working as a dishwasher and was kept busy at the restaurant. It was nice to receive a consistent paycheck and actually put a thousand dollars in the bank. Bill and I didn’t hang around together that fall and our divergent activities strengthened my resolve to live without marijuana. He was out getting high nearly every evening while I was pretty overwhelmed working long hours at the restaurant. My parents expressed concern about my working so much and not enjoying my life as a sprightly teenager. Actually, I felt a sense of freedom in my life, a quality that had been missing and I didn’t even know it. There had been no band gigs on the calendar for several months, so in my spare time I enjoyed practicing on my guitar and learning some new chords. Then the phone rang one evening...
Chapter 21 - Straight for the Date
Now I introduced myself to Cassie and perceived that she was shy and didn’t want to interact with me. Near the end of the party, I asked Pete, “How long are you going to be in town?” He responded, “Just for the summer; then I have a new job out of state.” I made it a point to visit Pete quite often that summer because Cassie's friend was Pete’s sister. I slowly got to know Cassie and finally asked her out on a date. Cassie had never smoked pot, but she occasionally drank alcohol. I was uncomfortable smoking weed around her, so I would refrain from getting high when I was with her. This was the first time that my love and attraction for someone caused me to interrupt my routine of getting high.
Chapter 12 - Acid Rain
One evening I was in the pickup with Chris and Stew when we stopped at Chris’s mother’s house. She was out of town, so we decided to get high in the luxury of a real house without worrying about a cop or Sherriff’s deputy finding us. After we smoked a few joints, Stew looked at Chris in an unusual manner and asked him, “Should we tell him how great it is?” They both had a strange smile and right on cue I asked, “How great is what?” After a few seconds of hesitation, Stew said, “We have been dropping acid (L.S.D.) for a few weeks now and we have not laughed so much in our whole lives.” My heart sank into my stomach because I had categorized people who took acid as hopeless drug addicts. I did not associate my daily pot smoking with addiction...
Chapter 28 - Two Lives Again
I drove my old pickup truck to the church one Saturday to help with the annual spring cleanup. Since we were going to be outside working, and it’s more difficult to smell pot outdoors, I decided to smoke a joint on the way. Then I dropped Visine into my eyes and chewed on a Hall’s cough drop, but I didn’t feel I needed to stick to the half hour de-reeking rule. When I arrived at the church and started loading brush and leaves into the truck, a missionary home for the summer and helping with the yard work suddenly asked loudly, “Who smells like creosote?” Creosote is made of tar caused by the combustion of wood or plant material such as the black soot that gathers in a fireplace chimney. Instantly, I knew he had gotten a whiff of my breath.