When I say “some thoughts on LSD” I don’t mean that I’m on LSD now and recounting my thoughts. I haven’t seen that stuff in ages. I don’t know if that’s because it’s the only drug the powers that be have successfully cracked down on, if all the cool kids have moved on to bigger and better drugs, or
Good Times
just that nobody offers you any fun goodies when you’re over 30 or so, because that’s about how long it’s been and I’m 57. No, I mean thoughts about LSD, inspired by the revelation that Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the creators of South Park, were doing acid back in 2000, the night they wore lady’s dresses to the Oscar ceremony.
I must say, I’ve never been a huge fan of South Park. Cheesy animation and gratuitous swearing. But full respect to the creators, it’s a huge hit, and some of the songs are seriously funny. Also, the fight between Jesus and Santa Claus was pretty awesome. It’s not particularly surprising that they did hallucinogens. I am not sure, to this day, if it actually enhances your creativity, but I’m sure it doesn’t diminish it.
Anyway, that gives me the opportunity to link to this, which I think is one of the most amazing LSD stories of all time. One weird thing about it was, whenever you were doing it, you were sure other people must be able to see how out of your mind you were. Not so.
It’s different with marijuana. When you’re stoned on pot, you think you’ve got everybody fooled but, seriously, you can smell that shit a block away.
www.gurukalehuru.com 
You’d think you could smell that shit a block away, but when we were in school, a few of us would pop into the boys room before lunch and blaze one off, before finishing the rest of the day. No matter how many times we did that, none of our teachers ever said anything. Some were cool – heck, they probably would’ve joined us – but some were complete dicks and would’ve loved to turn us in to the police.
I dunno – maybe we hid it better than others.
I miss those days…
I’m pretty sure kids still do that today. Carrying on traditions, so to speak.