Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...joints smoked depends on the mood and the group," says the Chicago housewife. "I remember one calm, musical evening when three of us went through 14 sticks. I remember another when 20 of us smoked only three." She can get high on two Scotches, and has on occasion drunk enough liquor to pass out. "But," she says, "the high on liquor is much rougher and harder. I've never passed out on pot, and never done anything that I didn't remember or wouldn't have done while not smoking. With pot, you have much better control...
Strawberry Ice Cream. There is such a thing as too much pot, and such a thing as getting "stoned" on it. Stoned on alcohol, the ordinary social drunk can become maudlin, irrational, incoherent and perhaps physically ill. A smoker who has had too much pot, says the San Franciscan, tends to become "quite anxious, overly self-conscious and very ill at ease. These are usually intensely personal discomforts that are hard to articulate, but they are usually short-lived-say, two hours long at the most. I have had very moving illusory experiences under pot too. These aren...
...fair, and meantime Frenchmen must watch themselves. Aimed at ever more ridiculous targets, the 87-year-old law was recently invoked to arrest a diner at a provincial bistro for drawing a caricature of De Gaulle on a tablecloth, an amateur ceramist for portraving him on an ashtray, a drunk for criticizing him in a bar, and an unsuspecting man in the street for shouting "Hou! Hou! (Boo! Boo!)" at a passing presidential motorcade...
Honor Tracy resembles a particularly mean Irish longshoreman on strike. Her corner-of-the-mouth wit has the fine rollicking belligerence that keeps everyone within eavesdropping distance of the drunk at the end of the bar. But sure, Honor is a bit of a fraud. The fist she brandishes so threateningly is really papier-mache. Her secret problem is that she is a satirist who faints at the sight of blood. Her seventh novel has all the brilliance of an expertly pulled punch...
...girl, and take her outside to drink and dance in the warm Haitian night air. Time passes, the rum flows, voodoo drums throb in the distance. Then two men from Westport, Conn., come outside. They flaunt their bellies in gaudy Hawaiian shirts and walk heavily, because they are already drunk. Each sits down with his whore...