1/3 of 1 oz

The nasty looking stuff in the bottle is 190 proof ethyl alcohol in which marijuana leaves steeped for three months. You’re probably thinking, “Hell, son, I could drink a quart of that and race at Talladega,” to which I would respond, “Great! I look forward to seeing you do it, because I find that one third of one ounce propels me into a strong but mellow high that just keeps taking me up and up and up for hours until it dumps me back on earth sickly and depressed. I would even go so far as to say that if any drink ever deserved to be called The Devil’s Brew, this is it, not because it tastes horrible (which it does), but because of its strength per molecule. After a few drops of this stuff, your world will glow, pulse, undulate, radiate, and even transmogrify into a magnificent state like that of a vivid dream of a land in which strange beings dwell.

There are advantages to seeing in oneself the proximity of schizophrenia without actually being schizophrenic, except when on drugs. There is truly a gift here, but there is also the threat of nightmare. If I were unable to return to a normal life, I don’t know how I could bear it, yet I don’t want to rush back from a world that exists so deeply within that I hardly recognize it as being a part of me.

17 comments:

ellen abbott said...

Watch out or god might start talking to you.

ellen abbott said...

And we all know that never turns out good.

The Tusk said...

I keep telling you to find the green honey known asLSA, the sister of zLSD. You told me not to give you advice.

middle child said...

Well, I guess that beats gin-soaked raisins and also Everclear, right?

The Elephant's Child said...

Sickly would not begin to describe my state were I to consume 1/3 of an ounce of the witches brew.

Charles Gramlich said...

I can almost imagine the taste, and that alone might give me nightmares. ;)

Marion said...

It's probably the alcohol that is leaving you depressed. We can put a man on the moon, but can't make a pain drug that works. Go figure... xo

"If God dropped acid, would he see people?" ~Steven Wright

Snowbrush said...

Ellen wrote: Watch out or god might start talking to you.

That would be cool! I wonder what he would have to say for himself. Would he make me cower before his majesty the way he did Job? Would he give me some tracts to read? Would he tell me to become an Moslem and move to Saudi Arabia, or maybe a Mormon and move to Utah? In response to this same post, Marion (a Christian who lives in Louisiana, not terribly far from you) wrote: ""If God dropped acid, would he see people?" ~Steven Wright." I love it.

Marion, I can't imagine that it's the alcohol simply because I only drink a third of an ounce. See my response to Ellen. She lives in Houston, so maybe the two of you could become friends.

Middle Child asked: I guess that beats gin-soaked raisins and also Everclear, right?

Gin soaked raisins are like apple cider vinegar in that they're supposed to heal pretty much anything. I drank apple cider vinegar for quite for some time, but it didn't help.

To Charles and Elephant's Child. Although the taste is indeed dreadful, the amount is small, and mouthwash works wonders. Just don't splatter the pot brew onto your countertop, or it will dye it a sickly green.

Tusk said: I keep telling you to find the green honey known as LSA...

Tusk, could you give me a reference or two on that? I know nothing about it, and while I find dealers for it, and information about honey in general, I don't find anything specific about the benefits of LSA, so could you make things easy for me, and send me a link?

Beau's Mom said...

One drop. My soul for one drop. Okay. Make that a bunch of drops since I have nothing to lose.

On the other hand, you make it sound like just another of my nightly nightmares.

PhilipH said...

Hmm ... When I was in the RAF I spent a couple of months on a training course at RAF Hereford. A pub on the outskirts, (The Bunch O Grapes) sold us 18 year old new recruits a pint of frothy liquid from a large enamel jug kept under the counter in the public bar.
I never managed more than two pints of this amber liquid and twice forgot how I ever got back to camp!
It was home-produced Scrumpy. A tasty but powerful home brew of cider.
It was popular because, in 1953, it was only 8d (roughly 4 pence in our new money!). So, for 16 old pennies, or one shilling and four pence, one could get blotto and lose memory for the rest of the night.
Could this natural brew be nectar, or god's own brew?

Snowbrush said...

Philip, I had to look up scrumpy because the term isn't used in America. Here is the Wikipedia entry:

Scrumpy is a term often used for strong ciders made in West Country of England.[1] The term is especially used to distinguish those made locally in smaller quantities and using traditional methods from mass produced branded ciders.[citation needed]

The name is believed to derive from the obsolete dialect term "scrimp", meaning a small or withered apple, which also gave rise to the verb "scrump", meaning to steal fruit.[2][3] It can be applied to basic home made ciders as well as to commercially produced and marketed varieties.[citation needed]

Scrumpy can be dry or sweet, however tends to be stronger in alcohol and more tannic than most commercial ciders.[citation needed] It is often cloudy in appearance, and is usually still rather than carbonated.[citation needed]

Scrumpy was often featured in the songs of The Wurzels, a folk/comedy/country group from South West England, especially in the song "I Am A Cider Drinker".[citation needed] Also the song "Drink up ye Zider".

yoborobo said...

Holy cow, Snow, this stuff sounds a little terrifying to me. But then, I am a complete wimp in that department. I have weird dreams after a glass of wine. :)

Kerry said...

jeeez, that stuff looks nasty.

Zuzana said...

Ethyl alcohol, also known as absolute alcohol is what we use in the lab.;) It can be between 96-99% alcohol, so I say it is pretty strong. With those leaves in it is must be truly lethal.;))It has been often used to mix drinks for our Christmas parties in the past, but then the companies started to add something that makes you vomit.;)
I hope that is not the stuff you are using.;)
Hope all is well,
xoxo

Mad Mind said...

There are days I would welcome that. I will say I'm sorry you HAVE to do this.

Snowbrush said...

190 proof alcohol can be bought in liquor stores here in Oregon, USA, although it is illegal in many states of the U.S. and in some of the Canadian provinces. It comes under different brand names, although the brand name Everclear is used to refer to any brand of 190 proof drinkable alcohol just as the brand name Kleenex is used to refer to any brand of tissue. My understanding is that to go over 95% pure alcohol, you have to use chemicals rather than distillation alone--which is why 95% (190 proof) is as strong as it gets for ingestion. I don't imagine that anyone complains about 190 proof being too weak though! I have no thought of using a lot of this marijuana/Everclear concoction because it tastes too foul, and because I find its effects somewhat unpredictable. 1/3 of an ounce was just about the right amount one day, and too much the next. I have no explanation for this, but I had rather stick to something less lethal. Two nights ago, I used butter that marijuana leaves had stewed in all night--in a crock pot--to make cookies, but there again, getting just the right amount is a problem. For this reason, I really prefer smoking pot--or, better yet, hashish--but the smoke is, of course, unhealthy. This leaves vaporizers, but I've only tried one of those and wasn't impressed. I'm sure that some of my readers have worried about my drug use, and it's true that I've taken a lot of powerful drugs for a long time. However, the only one that I have any real interest in is marijuana, which is fortunately the least dangerous. Narcotics, like alcohol, can make a person feel pretty darn good, whereas marijuana can make you feel good, or it can make you feel dreadful. However, it's never boring. Rather than shut down my thoughts--as do narcotics--pot makes them explode, and this aspect of it is very rewarding to me. I can also carry on my daily affairs while stoned, and I have no idea that anyone would know I had taken anything. It's interesting to feel so profoundly different on the inside without that fact being obvious on the outside, yet I've noticed that not even Peggy can tell if I'm high or not unless I've had so much that I turn almost completely inward. I have now eliminated, or at least greatly reduced, every drug I was on except for for two--Cymbalta and marijuana--yet, pain-wise, I'm feeling better than I've felt in years.

All Consuming said...

"Watch out or god might start talking to you" - Ellen, that made me laugh so much. Snow, be careful out there exploring. x