Gary and I were talking tonight about how we both somehow missed out on the drug scene when we were teenagers. Neither of us smoked pot; in fact, I don’t think either of us were ever even offered pot. I think we’re saving that experience for our senior years. (Gary’s only recently discovered alcohol. He’s up to one daily swig of Baileys.)
We were wondering why no one was hospitable enough to invite us to partake in any drugs, and then we realized: people thought we were on drugs anyway. One of my high school/church friends told me his mom had warned him to stay away from me. “She’s spacey. I think she’s on drugs.” I imagine that Mrs. Allen probably thought I was a druggie simply because my family wasn’t Baptist. Well, and I was spacey.
Gary, on the other hand, had a reputation of being not only an addict but possibly even a dealer. His band teacher, Mr Friede, had a classmate follow Gary around to see if he was dealing drugs. Gary got promoted to drug pusher because he was such a blatant drug user. He popped pills five times a day, and no one knew what they were for. When asked, instead of saying “I have epilepsy,” he looked mysterious and menacing. You know, pusher behavior.
I can see us now in the senior center, finally getting the chance to live up to our reputations.
5 responses to “No sex, no drugs, no rock, no roll”
No drugs? All this time I thought this thing was mostly written while stoned…heh. Actually, it’s probably Catherine that’s under the influence…all those pictures of food at her blog, she must get the munchies something fierce.
Yeah, I was never offered drugs in high school, although I had a good stash of my own prescription stuff.Strangely, my best friend’s sister, who was epileptic, was constantly being offered drugs.
David – Yeah, I thought of Catherine when I saw that our new camera has a food setting.Becs – There’s just something about the eppies. I’ve always found them appealing. (I disovered that three of my five major crushes had epilepsy, which is a strangely high statistic.) Maybe they have a connection with drug addicts too.
Hi, i came over from Erin’s site (out of character) and started reading and, oops, it’s been like an hour. Reading this post here made me think of this book i’ve been reading, Tim Sandlin’s new one, Jimi Hendrix turns 80. It’s about a bunch of hippies in a nursing home in 2027, and they stage a revolt! and smoke pot, n stuff. your site is awesome. YAY! xo
Styro – I checked out the review for that book on Amazon, and “don’t trust anyone under sixty” won me over. Sounds good.