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My experience with psychedelics is limited, and haven't touched them at all in about 30 years, but one thing I do remember is that they "amplify" whatever is already in your head. So if Syd took them while he was already in the middle of a mental health episode, it probably was a bad move.
I'm definitely interested in the possibilities of using psychedics to treat depression and anxiety, but you would probably want to do so in a "controlled" environment and make sure you start out in a positive head space before you start tripping.
Syd Barrett might say otherwise. If he wasn't dead... and pretty much incapable of communicating for a while before that.
I think Gilmour more or less thinks that but Waters said that Syd was showing signs of mental illness (probably schizophrenia) even before taking fistfuls of drugs - a chicken or an egg thing. All the acid (a lot of it he didn't even know about as his asshole hippie roommates were spiking his morning java) didn't help his condition but he probably was undiagnosed and mistreated...
Best to score your weed from an old hippie growing some in the middle of a corn field. All that processed shit from the dispensaries will fuck you up.
No not really. The THC is a lot higher, Buffalo actually has a massive growing concern on the South part of the city and it ain't even fully legal yet. But it's basically organic but very potent...
My redneck great uncle had a little row of pot plants growing near the outhouse next to his log cabin in the Idaho panhandle. I was like 12 years old, so didn't understand the specifics of what part of the cannabis plant contained the THC... so I actually pulled up one of the little plants and ate the whole thing. Sadly, it didn't do anything, of course.
Somebody stuck a baggie of seeds into my locker in jr. high. Never did figure out who it was. Unfortunately before I could figure out where to plant them, my mom found the seeds. And of course she took them right to the fucking police department for "identification". The cops confirmed her suspicions, but said that it wasn't illegal to have seeds so.. nothing they could do.
Years later she admitted that she planted a couple of them just for the Hell of it, but they never did anything. Probably got eaten by a bird or a squirrel, since we always had a lot of critters running around.
So much for my one brief attempt to grow my own. Not that I would have had a clue how to do it at that age.
It grew wild on the farm my mom grew up on. My grandfather was always digging it up because it messed with the cows if they ate it. My parents had some friends in Jamaica and we went there and stayed with them. Pot was growing all over that island.
Back in the 70's my brother and I planted some seeds in our front yard flower beds... told our mom they were ferns. That went well until one day she was having some ladies lunch at the house and the wife of a sheriffs deputy pointed them out to her... our mom swore to her "oh no, those are ferns." The woman laughed and asked who told her that? Mom ratted us out... She called her husband who stopped by and confirmed it was weed... We got our surf boards taken away and grounded for a month...
Somebody stuck a baggie of seeds into my locker in jr. high. Never did figure out who it was. Unfortunately before I could figure out where to plant them, my mom found the seeds. And of course she took them right to the fucking police department for "identification". The cops confirmed her suspicions, but said that it wasn't illegal to have seeds so.. nothing they could do.
Years later she admitted that she planted a couple of them just for the Hell of it, but they never did anything. Probably got eaten by a bird or a squirrel, since we always had a lot of critters running around.
So much for my one brief attempt to grow my own. Not that I would have had a clue how to do it at that age.
Ha! I was talking to someone who has been a major pot head since 7th Grade. He's a brilliant computer programmer now but in high school he was a stoner. He told me the best weed he ever had was he took the seeds from some Mexican bunk reefer we used to get in the late 70's. You got a bag and it had dirt and twigs and shit in it. You had to clean you weed and you had to get the seeds out of it. Anyways he planted the seeds in a remote corner of his parent's property and they they grew into beautiful pot plants and he said that was the best pot he ever smoked. He said the pot world is full of a lot of hocus pocus and bullshit. Especially now. He laughed and said Fuck the Cannibus Cup!
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