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My roommate Dan (the one who preceeded Darshan Salam, Child of the Rainbow... um... Children) used to sell acid. Then when he moved in with us, he stopped because we dropped it all. I used to come home from class, the lights would be out, Nurse With Wound would be on the stereo and a moment later the acid elves would crawl out of the closets and demand I stick my tongue out. It was horrible, horrible.



No pot for me, never any crack or crank, but lots of gratuitous coke for me back in the day. However, I was known to push the limits of of the psychadelics- Mushrooms imported from Athens, Ga,; blotter acid from God knows where; and what should have been od's of black beauties ordered from the back pages of Hustler magazine.

Those were the days.