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They were downers, like homemade ludes. We called them marshmellows because they were pretty large tablets and white. We also had M&M's that were pretty much the same but had red splotches in them.
That reminds me, we also had black beauties and dexidrine.
Funny story about black beauties . . . gave some to my buddy's ex. She thought they were downers, so took a few. in reality was heavy dose of speed in each.Comment
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The worst I had was in December 1986.
I was going about 50 when a kid pulled out of a driveway in front of me.
I was well familar with the road and figured I could try to go around behind him. My primary concern was the 300' cliff on the other side. I wasn't so sure about that one.
Luckily, the kid made it a non-issue when his brother (a passenger in the car) yelled, "watch out."
He did not know what he was watching out for, he just slammed on the brakes, effectively cutting off my escape route. I slammed into the left rear corner panel, wedging my left leg/foot between my bike and his car before it launched me into space.
I broke my tibia, fibula, three toes and that big flat bone on the top of your foot (shattered that). I got a permanent disability as a result, which gives me a slight limp after a few days of walking around at Internext.Comment
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THC was a pharmaceutical pill that we would crush up and snort.
Used to do them back in the days when we had swinger parties out in the Valley. It was pretty insane stuff. I remember doing some, then sitting in this girl's kitchen and I got this overwhelming desire to kill her. No reason, just felt right.
I told her that and we both decided it would be a good time for me to leave.
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Ouch. Sounds painful.The worst I had was in December 1986.
I was going about 50 when a kid pulled out of a driveway in front of me.
I was well familar with the road and figured I could try to go around behind him. My primary concern was the 300' cliff on the other side. I wasn't so sure about that one.
Luckily, the kid made it a non-issue when his brother (a passenger in the car) yelled, "watch out."
He did not know what he was watching out for, he just slammed on the brakes, effectively cutting off my escape route. I slammed into the left rear corner panel, wedging my left leg/foot between my bike and his car before it launched me into space.
I broke my tibia, fibula, three toes and that big flat bone on the top of your foot (shattered that). I got a permanent disability as a result, which gives me a slight limp after a few days of walking around at Internext.Herschel Savage
Brooklyn, NYComment
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