Early 1970s photo of 00individual with authentic antique ceramic tube bowl Opium pipe
copyright 1972 00individual TLL
(Pipe in photo was for a blend of Tobacco and Opium – now that’s Old World Leisure.)
TRUE PSYCHEDELIC TRIPS!
MIND-BLOWER #25 – early-to-mid 1970s
OPIUM, THAI STICKS, and DRUG DEALER CULTURE
Opium was a rarity among all Dealers as most Opium was processed into the much less bulky and more potent Heroin and thus a more valuable commodity. So, Opium, at least in 00individual’s Tribal gatherings was rare, and in most cases reserved for special occasions.
Here’s what 00individual remembers from smoking Opium: A typical hit can be as lung-expanding as high-grade Hashish, so he took long controlled inhalations that matched the bubbling Tar Opium in the bowl of a long-stemmed pipe.
He then held his hit as long as possible to allow its essence to seep into his brain. As he slowly exhaled the bluish-tinged billowed wisps of smoke he French-inhaled to retain the dank, rich taste of the earth – dense, ancient, knowing.
At his point he felt that his brain could taste the Opium. Then a radiating sensation throughout his body soothed his soul and a dreamy sense of peace and love emanated from him into the surrounding environment.
And people wonder why people use drugs.
These states of consciousness through the use of opiates, psychedelics, psychotropics and other mind and body altering substances open a rare door in the brain to allow access to a wondrous state . . . that is already there.
Quick Trip: So, while on a Hippie Road Trip, 00individual with three friends named Mike, hung out in Santa Cruz (future “Lost Boys” movie site) with surfer friends there. After a goodtime greet and tokin’ they found out that Zappa was playing at a small venue nearby in San Rafael and fortunately they were able to snag some tickets. Pepperland was like an over-sized club and they were about twenty feet from the stage. So, 00individual got to experience a serendipitous intimate night of Rock ‘n’ Roll Madness courtesy of FZ!
It was a trip, an unexpected concert experience, and a great time was had by all that night.
To further celebrate, back at the surf pad Monster Mike provided the Opium to be smoked by about six people. Only a hit or two was needed and one by one everyone passed into Dreamland – until it got down to 00individual and a Mike – and that’s all he remembers.
Except for the dreams.
It was on the third night, or maybe second, of 00individual’s three nights in a row, front row center, Pink Floyd 1975 L.A. Sports Arena concert that he broke out some righteous Thai stick he had acquired in preparation for the rare momentous occasion.
Coming off the after-effects of the first night’s powerful hit of either White Lightning or Windowpane acid – not sure which as he had a hit or two of both Trusted Trippers stashed – it only took a few hits of dank Thai Stick to act as a catalyst to re-engage any psychedelic residue and transform it into high-intensity cannabis motivation. 00individual was psyched for another night of the Best Rock Ever: Pink Floyd. Historic!
00individual has been very fortunate throughout his life to have been provided with the ability to actually become heavily motivated from the assist of cannabis. Right On!
Archival 1971 photo “00individual basking in the casual dealing era”
DRUG DEALER CULTURE
The average casual drug dealer was a sociable guy, not addicted, decently street-smart, a mini-entrepreneur and a Lover of Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll – like 00individual.
Many Hippies and Counter-Culturists were part-time dealers by circumstance. If you could pony-up money enough for a pound of Marijuana you could deal ten dollar “lids”, make your investment money back plus a little extra and have a nice stash of “free” weed!
This sensible pattern continued on but it became a little dicey with powders (Mescaline, Cocaine, Heroin) because even if weighed out – it was all cut from its pure state; to what degree was the determining factor.
So it came down to reliable dealers who always had the best quality – just like with any business transaction; those who can be trusted to deliver the goods, succeed.
There were times when 00individual found himself in questionable situations that took on an edgy atmosphere, but that was rare as it was usually business between “friends”, in the broad sense – as long as everyone was straight it all moved smoothly.
00individual wants to emphasize that he was at a very common level that was fairly representative of the average, or a little above average, participant in all that the Culture had to offer.
These True Psychedelic Trips are just individual samples of the universal scary fun that was experienced by those Psychonauts who embraced it all.
Fortunately, several of 00individual’s close friends dealt deeper than he did and supplied excellent drugs so 00individual could basically cherry-pick his drug purchases large and small, and never had any Mescaline or LSD that he sold be less than excellent.
00individual never overdosed or became addicted or suffered any ill effects throughout all of his drug and psychedelic experiences. He has however throughout his history of experiences been burned on a couple deals, that were eventually rectified, and succumbed to a dose or two of Mescaline that were cut with strychnine and resulted in wicked stomach pains.
The Drug Heirachy wasn’t that involved back then, there were guys that graduated to covert light plane flight smuggling of Marijuana and later Cocaine that were soon taken over by the big guys who obtained large quantities smuggled in, then there were the main “distributor” guys who bought from them, and then those just below, the guys 00individual sometimes dealt with.
In the very end, it all filtered down to that righteous doobie or thick line of coke – or both!.
Through road trip buddy Mike D., 00individual came to know a big-time successful dealer; D.E., (Mind-Blower *9 – Cool Jazz) who literally got run out of the hippest resort at the time, Park City, Utah, for dealing “too much”.
The authorities didn’t want to arrest him as that would make him a martyr to all the rich folks and Hollywood moguls and celebrities who lived and vacationed there and who were his exclusive customers and also supporters of the City.
He’d supply Rock Stars from his beach city L.A. home base with just about anything they wanted and was the kind of guy who paid cash for a brand new four-wheel drive truck right off the showroom floor.
The Narcs were too busy in their new found fun and love of busting kids with joints – this upper level dealing went on right under their noses.
Most Dealers were actually pretty charismatic, or in some cases just characters that needed to be tolerated, but things were always generally cool as the Culture had yet to get ugly – at least not at 00individual’s “safe” level.
The safe level is the fact that he could maintain on any drug, in public, and actually be suave about it, or so he thought; or the fact that he could buy and sell small drug and Marijuana quantities with no paranoia; and the fact that what he was doing was actually social, fun, and entrepreneurial, plus it provided a service and made people happy. And although it came with a little danger – it was a cool innocent under-the-radar lifestyle to an already under-the-radar lifestyle.
Eventually, 00individual went from a casual occasional dealer to an occasional buyer. And right there is an example that the times had peaked.
By ’73 the vibe was waning, by ’75 it was in its final glorious death throes. By the end of the decade it was as if the ’60s and ’70s were just a memory of the feelings of a life in a legendary magickal land that never really existed.
But it did, and this site is proof. Dig it. Groovy.
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