Word: drugged
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...carrying $12,000 worth of hash oil, a dark brown, sweetsmelling, tar-like substance distilled from hashish ["You take 20 pounds of hash and you get two pounds of hash oil," the dealer said] By the time he left a week later, he had sold an ounce of the drug for $350 and a few grams for $20 each [a gram occupies about one-fourth of a bottle...
...clearly a scoop: the Food and Drug Administration was about to outlaw saccharin. What was remarkable was that the disclosure came almost two months before the FDA acted and that it was made in Food Industry Newsletter, a four-page, biweekly newsletter that is written, folded, addressed and mailed by Phyllis and Julian Handler from their Manhattan apartment...
Hofstadter's book rode a mainstream of the national experience. His words applied to the egghead-baiting and benign neglect of the '50s, but they were also prophetic for the drug culture of the '60s and the trivialized mysticism of the '70s. The Feminization of American Culture attempts to tap an underground current. It is that meandering flow of frustrations, veiled hostilities and confusions about power and innocence so common to the powerless...
...room, and smiled back, then went on with his search for cigarettes. "Sure you haven't got any Luckies, Bell, Jesus Christ you got to have some Luckies. Goddam, didn't anybody go out and buy Luckies last night? Waht did you do, anyway?" I made a tremendous drug deal, you dumb bastard, Bell thought contentedly behind the inscrutable smile, and Reed disdainfully, with a sneer that spread across his face like jam on a child's that belied Merle Haggard, proletarian boots, and construction worker's cigarettes, picked a butt out of an ashtray overflowing with them...
...very cheap cigar without realizing it was burning a hole in the vest. The kid's name was Larry and he dad gone to a Catholic high school in Queens without hating it. To Carlo, who for the last seven years had managed to slip into the corner drug store every Sunday while his parents thought he was at Mass, anyone who liked Catholic school qualified as a certifiable madman. Even worse, the kid liked baseball and drank beer like a walking keg and though St. Paul's was a cathedral somewhere. No pretensions, no class. From...