1 year ago
Ok, Basquiat, Belushi and Mitch Hedberg are all predictable victims of a speedball overdose, but did you know King George V died from a speedball OD as well? His last words were “God damn you!”. Says so in the Wikipedia.

Ok, Basquiat, Belushi and Mitch Hedberg are all predictable victims of a speedball overdose, but did you know King George V died from a speedball OD as well? His last words were “God damn you!”. Says so in the Wikipedia.

1 year ago
That 8-10? Give me butt drugs or give me death. Man Eats Cocaine From Brother’s Butt, Dies.

That 8-10? Give me butt drugs or give me death. Man Eats Cocaine From Brother’s Butt, Dies.

1 year ago
Maggie Lee
1 year ago
YMFY Camping Crew rides again next week! What are your must-have items when you go out camping?

YMFY Camping Crew rides again next week! What are your must-have items when you go out camping?

1 year ago
Coke up, E down
1 year ago
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”

1 year ago
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Tony Montana Spider

1 year ago
tarnoff: Mark Twain’s almost-history as a drug lord. 

In 1856, a twenty-one-year-old Mark Twain was stranded in Keokuk, Iowa, working for his brother’s printing office, bored to death by the small town’s soporific pace. Restless, he needed a change. He started reading about the Amazon River, and soon cooked up a scheme to sail to Brazil. In August, he wrote to his younger brother Henry about his plans. Fifty-four years later, he reminisced about the episode in an essay published just two months before his death in April 1910:

Among the books that interested me in those days was one about the Amazon… [H]e told an astonishing tale about coca, a vegetable product of miraculous powers, asserting that it was so nourishing and so strength-giving that the native of the mountains of the Madeira region would tramp up hill and down all day on a pinch of powdered coca and require no other sustenance. I was fired with a longing to ascend the Amazon. Also with a longing to open up a trade in coca with all the world. During months I dreamed that dream, and tried to contrive ways to get to Para and spring that splendid enterprise upon an unsuspecting planet.

In short: Mark Twain, at twenty-one, almost became a drug dealer. He wanted to go to Brazil and start importing cocaine into the United States. He got as far as New Orleans before he decided to become a steamboat pilot instead.

tarnoffMark Twain’s almost-history as a drug lord. 

In 1856, a twenty-one-year-old Mark Twain was stranded in Keokuk, Iowa, working for his brother’s printing office, bored to death by the small town’s soporific pace. Restless, he needed a change. He started reading about the Amazon River, and soon cooked up a scheme to sail to Brazil. In August, he wrote to his younger brother Henry about his plans. Fifty-four years later, he reminisced about the episode in an essay published just two months before his death in April 1910:

Among the books that interested me in those days was one about the Amazon… [H]e told an astonishing tale about coca, a vegetable product of miraculous powers, asserting that it was so nourishing and so strength-giving that the native of the mountains of the Madeira region would tramp up hill and down all day on a pinch of powdered coca and require no other sustenance. I was fired with a longing to ascend the Amazon. Also with a longing to open up a trade in coca with all the world. During months I dreamed that dream, and tried to contrive ways to get to Para and spring that splendid enterprise upon an unsuspecting planet.

In short: Mark Twain, at twenty-one, almost became a drug dealer. He wanted to go to Brazil and start importing cocaine into the United States. He got as far as New Orleans before he decided to become a steamboat pilot instead.