Deere Dude
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I really enjoyed the taste of beer but ended up getting drunk more times than not, but did it again the next night and then repeat. Never at work but was groggy all day until I got off work then I was feeling good enough to start over...from late teens until middle 20s. I never could see and still can't understand how anyone can down hard stuff. The bartenders like me though.
In my early 20s I would hang with my doper cousin now and then. I never bought any pot but he have me a hit or two and then one day he gave me one for later. I stashed it in my car.
I worked in a factory on second shift on a snowmobile line putting bogey wheels and tracks on the machines. In night at the 6 PM break I drove downtown and lit it up. It was a pretty good joint and I really got a buzz on. I came back to work and sat down in the cafeteria with some co-workers and one friend said, "What in the world is wrong with your eyes?" I said, "Nothing, it was late." I got out of there pretty fast because I just felt how bloodshot they were.
Five minutes later it was time to start the assembly line up so I got in my station. As soon as it started I knew i was in trouble. I could not focus on putting a nut and bolt together much less 20 of them plus put wheels in correctly. That was 40+ years ago and I still remember it well. The only way I could function and do the job was if I would take my mind off the job and focus on something across the factory floor and do the job from muscle reflex memory. I would try to focus directly on the job that simply would not work and that lasted for a couple hours. Maybe if I was doped up long enough and hard enough I could function normally, but I really doubt it. That was the last one I ever had and drinking was gone right after that. Of course I lost a lot of bartender friends and pot friends. It wasn't like they gave a crap about me anyway.
In my early 20s I would hang with my doper cousin now and then. I never bought any pot but he have me a hit or two and then one day he gave me one for later. I stashed it in my car.
I worked in a factory on second shift on a snowmobile line putting bogey wheels and tracks on the machines. In night at the 6 PM break I drove downtown and lit it up. It was a pretty good joint and I really got a buzz on. I came back to work and sat down in the cafeteria with some co-workers and one friend said, "What in the world is wrong with your eyes?" I said, "Nothing, it was late." I got out of there pretty fast because I just felt how bloodshot they were.
Five minutes later it was time to start the assembly line up so I got in my station. As soon as it started I knew i was in trouble. I could not focus on putting a nut and bolt together much less 20 of them plus put wheels in correctly. That was 40+ years ago and I still remember it well. The only way I could function and do the job was if I would take my mind off the job and focus on something across the factory floor and do the job from muscle reflex memory. I would try to focus directly on the job that simply would not work and that lasted for a couple hours. Maybe if I was doped up long enough and hard enough I could function normally, but I really doubt it. That was the last one I ever had and drinking was gone right after that. Of course I lost a lot of bartender friends and pot friends. It wasn't like they gave a crap about me anyway.