by GEORGE P.H.
Last summer, I went to a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. This was a dream come true for me: Kiedis & Co. aren’t getting any younger and I absolutely had to see them live while they’re still touring.
Midway through the concert I realized that, at any given time, 5+ people in my immediate vicinity were using their phones. Everyone was instagramming, facebooking, foursquaring, texting…
They didn’t even stop when Under the Bridge – only one of the best songs ever – came on.
My first thought was, are you kidding me. These people paid good money to see a legendary band… but were more interested in telling their friends about the concert than actually watching it.
Then I remembered that it’s 2017 and this is normal. People live in their phones now.
But they really shouldn’t – and here’s why.
Internet Addicts Anonymous
I belong to the last generation of children who grew up without internet access. As a kid, I had to wait for my favorite cartoons to come on if I wanted to be entertained.
Every Sunday I’d stake out in the living room, waiting for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to come on at 11. If I missed an episode, I had to wait a whole week to see my favorite cartoon.
And if the T.V. wasn’t enough entertainment for me, I had to go read a book or find a creative way to keep myself occupied.
It’s different for today’s kids. They’ve got the Internet, video games and TiVo. They can choose to be entertained whenever they feel like it – which is not a bad thing in and of itself.
What’s bad is how addicted this generation has become to being stimulated. Now that most phones are internet-enabled, we’ve got constant access to all our favorite distractions – and we abuse the shiet out of that privilege.
Every day you see people Facebooking at work, watching shows on the bus and reading blogs at dinner. They can’t just enjoy the moment – they’re too used to being entertained all the time. Without their hourly fix of “fun”, they get jittery and distracted.
Yes, being able to have fun wherever you are is incredible, but it stops being incredible when you can’t stop doing it. Phones are a great way to stay entertained on the go but using them all the time will rob you of real-life experiences.
1. Have done LSD a good number of times. Your experience really depends on you and your mental state at the time. My first time I cried because I felt so loved and I think the biggest thing I took away from my first time was I was able to understand things from other’s points of views. For example I was having a disagreement with my parents but when I did acid I was able to see that even though I disagree with them, they were only trying to do what they thought was right for me because they love me. It’s very eye opening, especially the first time.
2. It is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever done. I’ve been genuinely happier ever since I did it about a year ago and my life is more productive. I cried for hours during it just at the beauty of everything and let go of all the pain I was holding in. God it was beautiful.
3. You feel it in your stomach first. All loose and almost numb; bubly. Then it creeps to your head and fingers and you start feeling overwhelmed with something. When you’re flush in the face you can either start laughing at little things or being a little uncomfortable at little things. This all depends on your situation. It’s pretty important that you don’t do LSD on an empty stomach, because that always makes me feel too sick to enjoy myself. When you’re full blown in the trip you’ll notice color vibrancy is through the roof, and things will start “breathing” visually if you stare long enough. Talking becomes difficult, but understanding is all over the place. A sense of anxiety is normal, and feeling like you have to go outside/inside is part of the process. It’s hard to get into nitty gritty details as everyone/every trip is different. But when you come down after around 7-9 hours you’ll most likely be really hungry. Your back will hurt like a mother fucker, and you’ll be insanely tired for at least another day. Altogether; LSD is my favorite drug for its profoundness, length of time, and minimal comedown. However, it’s absolutely important you’re 100% comfortable with a situation before you take acid, otherwise the smallest things can spiral you down in a bad trip of worrying and stress.
What is your favorite thing from Whataburger?
Yum whataburger I hate that they take soo long for your order but love their chicken strips!!
What was your first job?
My first job was at a nursing home as a personal care assistant
When did you lose your virginity?
I was 17.
Were you promiscuous after that?
I was. Sex was just a good feeling that I didn’t want to give up.
You are known for your ass, when did that ass start to grow out?
I’ve had this my entire life. I’ve started to embrace it more and was more voluptuous more towards high school. I just kind of tweaked it to enjoy my sexuality and make the boys all go crazy. All they boys enjoyed my big booty.
By Andrew Alexander
1. Death is the most important part of life.
I’ve been in the rooms of Narcotics Anonymous for some time now. And the one thing I hear over and over again is how users prayed for death, while simultaneously being afraid of it. Nobody thinks it’s going to be their last fix, that they are going to overdose; on the other hand, we often welcomed death. A junkie’s life is not all that great and most of us hold on to enough hope to not actually off ourselves (on purpose). But the accidental overdose doesn’t sound like a bad alternative to being dope-sick every goddamn day. And when death does show up for one of your friends, I can pretty much promise that the first thing you’re going to do is go through their pockets looking for the rest of their stash. Then maybe you’ll call an ambulance. Sound dark? It is dark. Death is part of life, but it’s really part of life when you’re using.
2. You can never, ever, ever go back.
Do you like to go out and party? Do you like to drink socially, maybe smoke a little bit of weed now and then? Well, that will never happen again if you start in on the hard stuff. If you’re using, then you’re constantly using and the word “social” is not part of your life. And if you’ve gotten clean, you know damn well that even one drink or smoke will eventually bring you right back to the thing that destroyed your life. I’m a recovering addict and I still love drugs. If I didn’t love drugs, I wouldn’t be in this position. I love drugs more than I love anything — well, fuck, I’m a drug addict. If you give me a taste of escape, even just a beer, my brain will tell me to knock it off with that pussy shit and give me the hard stuff. There is no such thing as “successfully using” for us.
1. I’m an actively working girl. My first time was only about a month ago. It was through a website where you make offers to pay a girl to go on a date with you. They had to be very clear that it was’t a prostitution website (you compensate for time it said, many many times) but sex was fairly well implied.
My first time was with a 43 year old married man in town on business. He had contacted me about a week prior, through the website, offering $80 for a date. he said he would give me $2000/month for regular sex if we liked each other. I said yes, and he told me which hotel to meet him at and when. He also told me what to wear.
I arrived and he wasn’t too bad looking–slender and way more tan than you normally see as far north as I am. He bought me a drink first at the hotel bar and we talked for a bit. I was unbelievably nervous, but he was fairly reassuring. I was sure everyone knew what I was there for, and I was terrified of anyone calling me out.
Eventually he suggested we head up to his room, and I gave the meekest “okay” that has ever passed my lips. We went up and sat on the bed and chatted a bit more before he kissed me. after a couple seconds he pulled back and said “i like the way you do that. Let’s take off your clothes, and see what else you do well.” I got naked and gave him a blow job. I was’t really expecting him to finish that way, but he did.
After that he laid back on the bed and indicated I should join him so we snuggled and talked for a bit more.
Eventually he told me that he thought I was funny and sweet and “too good at that” and that he didn’t want to see me again in case he formed an emotional attachment. He said he just wanted sex, he didn’t want to mess things up with his wife. I said that was fine and we talked some more.
Eventually I started putting my clothes on. I was waiting for him to give me some money, but he was’t making any moves in that direction, so I sat and talked with him a little longer. Eventually I reminded him that we had agreed on $80 for the date, and he acted all surprised. then he made a show of looking for his wallet and then counted out each bill and dropped it on the bed as he did. I took it and left, not accepting his offer to call me a cab.
I felt pretty gross. My later experiences were better.