Indie Rokkers

Getting in the last word doesn't count, jaybird, if you fail to actually say anything. All the same, I guess I'll just tippity-tap on this keyboard for a bit, chewing on my lightly seasoned salmon fillet, then I'm off to bed. I've not really got much that I can say because, well, you didn't give me much to respond to. We're dueling with pool noodles here, but whatever.

As a real-life drug user, one who's used most of the drugs that you're likely now learning about in your tenth grade health class as well as a dozen or more that you've never heard of, I can tell you that not all real-life drug users see psychedelics as a waste of time. The users who do, frankly, are a waste of time in their right. Psychedelics get the brain firing in ways that it does not normally fire and, while they don't necessarily give you anything that you couldn't have gotten without them, they make it much easier to arrive at new ideas and new ways of thinking. No amount of LSD can fire-up a soggy mind, though, and for the soggy-minded acid likely is a waste of time.

LSD cannot raise thought in the unthinking but I'd hesitate to blame the drug for that. It is, after all, a useful tool for most people who've got something sitting on their shoulders. It's a chemical skeleton key for all those brain-doors that you'd otherwise have to wail at with fists and feet until they finally open. As Wikipedia can tell you, Steve Jobs (co-founder of Apple Computers) considers acid-eating to be "one of the two or three most important things [he has] done in [his] life". And it's recently become semi-common knowledge that Crick was using LSD around the time he discovered the double-helix structure of DNA.

Psychedelic drugs don't automatically turn everyone into Nobel Prize winning molecular biologists, of course, but they do make it easier to escape the confines of normal thinking. And normal thoughts don't win Nobel Prizes, do they?

For most people, these drugs are useful in personal and probably not academic ways. They offer insight into relationships, priorities, morals and other things. Other people just stare at their hands and say spew nonsense about the eternal oneness of this or the perfect imperfection of that or, God forbid, they say something like “lol, I'm SO high right now”. But those people suck and they're deluding themselves if they think their own idiocy is the fault of the drugs.

There's more to drugs than empty-headed hedonism, mate, and I think that people would do well to realize that. You may think that I'm wasted my time defending drug use but I think that the time I spend championing the things that are important to me is time well spent. I think that's you're wasting your time copying and pasting the same poorly thought rant across a couple dozen lyrics discussions, but to each his own. Neither of us have much an audience here and, ultimately, our dialectical efforts are futile. Seriously, we'd might as well buy a couple blow-up dolls see if we can't gain entry into fatherhood.

But I enjoy repeating my platitudes and, who knows, maybe I'd enjoy a blow-up doll. Yes, an air-headed little thing that never gives me any sort of challenge. I'll call her J.