All these female teachers have been accused of, charged with, or been convicted of improper sexual relations with one or more of their students. The incredible thing is the lolly pop punishments handed down by the courts. Most did little or no jail time which completely contradicts the repercussions of the male teacher convicted of the same crimes.
Okay, we ALL know marijuana is a miracle plant sent to us as a gift by the good man above. It has so many proven medical benefits, so many practical uses (other than TCH consumption) its crazy to remain so uptight about its legality.
I have smoked a lot of weed in my days. I have also consumed a lot of alcohol (in my earlier days) and there is NO doubt that alcohol has a far more tremendous effect on the human brains ability to function after mass consumption. No matter how much weed you smoke you'll never get to a point of intoxication easily attainable through drinking.
In response to reader's questions about my earlier post I will try to give the best answers I can.
The drawing and the 'essay' were done 10 years ago and I have no idea what happened to them (I actually did quite a few over the couple of months). At the time I wrote/drew them I thought they were masterpieces, yet I didn't care enough to keep track of them over the years. If I still had them I would have posted them as well (unless I realized they were just a rambling by some speed freak). I really never planned on telling anyone about my Ritalin days, as I am kind of embarrassed of my addictive personality. If I go even 1 day now without weed I get so irritable I end up throwing my mouse at the wall when I take a beating at the online poker table.
As to what I thought of my works after I became 'sober'. Both the drawing and the writing were something I could never have done off Ritalin. I am not really artistic in my sober life and I don't have the ability to sit for hours to create the detail I did that night. When I saw my 'artistic works' when I was not using I still thought they were damn good. The drawing especially. The writing was not bad either, better than anything I have written since, yet tended to be over worded containing descriptives I never think of when I am grounded.
Regarding the question about my ability to follow up on my speed fed plans of financial monarchy. The plans I came up with were so outlandish, so ridiculously investment intensive that I would need a team of employees to implement them. And since I was broke as shit at the time, I realized they would never come to fruition. Not to mention that I hate talking to random people (though I am very good at faking it).
'What did others make of your output?'
Nobody knew that I was using Ritalin at the time. I was sure to keep it a secret, just like now no one knows I go through a quarter of weed every 5 days. I only showed the drawing to my girlfriend. She (true to her fashion) said it was 'nice' and dismissed it. The writing no one ever saw, but damn, the pumpkin was sharp.
Getting Zombified
By the second month my self prescribed doses got stronger (sometimes up to 200mg a day) and I did experience the zoning out described by others on reddit. I remember needing a whole lot of weed just to counter the effects of over medicating myself. I also ended up becoming so focused on a single detail of projects I was doing that I would spend hours sidetracked and eventually my original idea would morph into something totally different.
Some of my other memories of my Ritalin days are,
Throughout my days of Ritalin abuse I learned a lot about the way my mind works. I have developed a sense of understanding that if I try any drug and I like it I will get hooked, so I decided long ago not to try crystal, crack etc... However, if someone offered me Ritalin now, I would gobble it up in heartbeat, then I'd be off to Photoshop.
As an adult who has used both marijuana and Ritalin I can tell you first hand that Ritalin is a much stronger mood adjuster than marijuana.
About 10 years ago I worked for a pharmacy, delivering medications to board and care homes. On Fridays we had to do 'punch outs', which consisted of punching pills out of bubble packs which were unused and returned from board and care homes.
During my 3 years at the pharmacy I got my hands on plenty of prescription pills, and I tried them all at least once. Most of them did nothing for me, but Ritalin was the exception.
Ritalin gave me super powers. I was suddenly an artist. I was a writer, a philosophizer, a fucking genius. The first time I took Ritalin, I ended up taking a DVD of some Disney movie and drawing the entire front cover. It came out perfect. I even went to the extent of coloring my masterpiece. I was like Michaelangelo.
Then I wrote this 20 page 'essay' on my friends. I documented their personalities, habits and (in my mind) their mentalities. While I was writing I was so sure that it was the greatest piece of 'literature' ever written, I kept picturing in my mind someone discovering the true work of art and begging me to let them publish it. I was like J.D. Salinger.
That night I carved the sickest pumpkin for Halloween. I used one of those crappy templates that you stick to the front of the pumpkin. I took so much care in making sure every cut was perfect, I was sure the head of the Federal Pumpkin Carving Commission was going to honor my pumpkin in their Hall of Fame.
At dinner time I just sat looking at my food thinking, 'wow,this ear of corn was on some farm in the midwest and now it sits here on my plate, amazing!' I looked at all the food and thought about the process by which each piece of food came to me. But I didn't eat a bite. On Ritalin eating is IMPOSSIBLE. In fact, that night I had plans to go to the Offspring concert at which I knew I would be getting hammered. So before I left I tried to eat some bread so I would have something in my stomach to prevent me from puking. But not a chance. I was completely unable to swallow even a single bite. I went to the concert, got hammered, didn't puke and thought, 'man, the Offspring are such a talented band, their music is so intriguing.' I had such a fine tuned ear for music, I was like Mozart.
When it was time to sleep, I was having none of it. On Ritalin sleeping is IMPOSSIBLE. So I stayed up all night and came up with all kinds of ideas to make millions. I had business ideas galore. I meticulously planned out how these businesses would function, what the niche was and how I could capitalize on it. I was a profit turning guru. I was like Donald Trump.
Eventually morning came and the Ritalin was wearing off. Now this is the hard part. It is IMPOSSIBLE to not want to put someone's head through a wall when coming down from Ritalin. I was sooo irritated by any and everyone who talked to me. My girlfriend at the time got on my nerves so bad that day I thought I might have to dump the bitch. Don't give me that 'Good morning honey' bullshit, are you trying to piss me off?
I took Ritalin at the rate of 10 mg per hour for about 8 hours for a total of 80 mg. For about two months straight. Every day I found some new talent, some profound philosophy, some understanding of the meaning of everything. And every night I stayed awake plotting my financial domination of the world. Every morning I was ready to kill someone, until of course I got my Ritalin fix.
Eventually I ran out of Ritalin and had to go back to being a regular know nothing jackass. I craved the shit out of that stuff for about a week and then eventually kicked it. But knowing the effects of this miracle drug makes me want it even to this day. I often find myself looking at a half completed website I've made, having trouble deciding on what to put where...knowing in my head that if I had some Ritalin, the ideas would start flooding and Google would be knocking down my door begging me to help them in their design/writing/implementation departments. Or of course I could be delusional on all aspects of my perceived memory, since I was, after all, high on amphetamines at the time. I was like Marion Barry.
This is EXACTLY what I have been saying for years. Due to my daily smoking habit I haven't been sick in 15 years, I never get depressed, I never stress and I no longer lose my temper as quickly as I used to.
Not that any of this matters, marijuana will NEVER be legalized in the US :-(
Now everybody knows that Tivo is the end all be all to watching television. If you don't have a Tivo you can be summed up in one word...LOSER. Once you go Tivo you never go back. I have found this out first hand at hotels when I am forced to watch commercials, which drives me friggin' crazy.
Evidently the newest version of Tivo Desktop allows for transfer of video files from the computer to the Tivo box for watching on the television. Now I can load up all the pirated porn I have downloaded over the years and have it freely accessible whenever I need to rub one out.
