REMEMBERING THE FUN OF PSYCHEDELIC DRUGS

If the psychedelic drugs one consumed were from a good source there was boundless places one could go in ones mind and were sure to come back from the trip one had taken.   “Set & Setting”…Where you were and who you were with were the keys to having the experience to enjoy.  Now, that is done let me tell you of the time in Southern California when there were less killings, gang wars were a minimal happening and it seemed like there were less confrontations with the heavy handed police.

Beach communities of Venice and Ocean Park area of Santa Monica were affordable and most of my friends worked when needed but were at the beach daily.  We let the 9-5ers and tourists enjoy the weekends but we had the beach to ourselves during the week and what a joy–no crowds and the ocean was our playground.  LSD, magic mushrooms, mescaline, you name it and we had it…Smiles and the mind and body were free to feel with no restrictions.  The ocean with the rhythmic waves, the sun glistening, you can’t buy that feeling…

One has to remember there was heroin, cocaine (basing of cocaine was not introduced yet) and methamphetamine but the joy was the psychedelics and the attitudes were different.  The greed factor was not prevalent, we were beach freaks and the joy was the water and the heat from the sand that ran through our bodies. 

May God strike me down if I am not telling the truth–I had ELA gang members come over and want to trade heroin for LSD and other psychedelics…Did not want anything to do with the heroin so they found a way to get the happy high not the nod and wake up to nod again feeling.  I am telling you, it was a joyous feeling so see the cholos and cholas actually smiling and letting the egos slip away.   We actually had a community of life not death.  Affordable if not free–one did not have to steal, whore or be deceitful to get high, seems like life at its best.

Enough, if egos get in the way of joy–one is going to crash.  Have a great day, I know I will.

Etchings & Alpha Female

     

From the desert to the beach, “Dog Beach” to be exact…Huntington Beach, California.