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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 17:00&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;Pharms - Thioridazine&lt;/td&gt;
		 
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I began fooling with drugs at 17, first with pot, hashish, glue &amp;amp; alcohol...occasionally, when I bumped into something. Once out of hi skool, I took a job as a supply clerk/printer for a local dept. store. I met other &#x27;heads&#x27; there, mostly stockboys...thru &#x27;the Polack&#x27;, a fat racist loudmouth who led me to an acid dealer in the mall... I paid $5 for a tiny orange pill with brown flecks...this was &#x27;Orange Wedge&#x27;, very intense stuff&lt;!-- likely laced with speed--&gt;.
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I dropped the whole tab around noon, a Nov. Sunday, &amp;amp; then went to see &#x27;heavy&#x27; flick &#x27;Five Easy Pieces&#x27; w/ Jack Nicholson. The acid took about 90 minutes to hit; I turned into soup, and thought the sides of the theater were on fire; that passed and I got so deep into the movie that it became real. Jack&#x27;s character Bobby Dupea was an alienated loner, full of angst, guilt and rootlessness. I would&#x27;ve seen myself in Bobby straight; on this shit, I thought I was Bobby, at least during the movie. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I would&#x27;ve seen myself in Bobby straight; on this shit, I thought I was Bobby, at least during the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After that we split to my friend&#x27;s apt. (he was straight) &amp;amp; the visuals began. I stared at a watermark &#x27;Printed In USA&#x27; on his big Elliot Gould poster; suddenly the poster flowed with words, in shocking pink / lime green dayglo; when I tried to read them, they&#x27;d break up &amp;amp; change, undulating snake-like. I could shake the visions off; I dug this aspect, but was not into the abdomen to-head rushes.
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Back home mom served dinner &amp;amp; ate it but cldn&#x27;t taste it. Later I watched &#x27;Lassie&#x27; and &#x27;Ed Sullivan&#x27;...TV seemed to blunt hallucinating. My mom was in failing health and went into a woe-is-me speech, during which her face aged rapidly; later she went into a life&#x27;s-not-so-bad speech &amp;amp; looked sixteen.
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I repaired to my room &amp;amp; listened to &#x27;White Light/ White Heat&#x27;, but it sounded flat. I flashed on The Words again, now appearing on my closet door. Around 12 AM, my head felt straighter but the abdominal rushes wldn&#x27;t stop; I cramped up, kept changing positions, cldn&#x27;t sleep...around five AM I threw in the towel &amp;amp; asked Mom,&#x27;What shld I do?&#x27; She was quite mad, but said, Go to ER, which was walking distance. There I got rxed Mellarill to calm down &amp;amp; Quaalude to sleep... I didn&#x27;t need the latter, saved them for 1971, ha ha. The Mellarill was as weird as the acid, but heavy down...it took me a few daze to snap out of it...
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I didn&#x27;t fuck with acid again for five years, the source a close bud I trusted.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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