Our story begins on a warm Summer's evening in the student ghetto of Hogtown, FL
Our two heroes were unaware how epic the night would become.
We had bicycled over to see some friends of mine from Miami who were visiting two old high school pals, where we were introduced to Maybank (Furnis Maybank III, to be exact), my future cattle partner.
We immediately noticed the group was acting a bit funny; Maybank explained they were doing these new downers they had purchased from a friend of a friend who worked in the Shands Teaching Hospital on the University of Florida campus. He provided us with his address and Bernie & I headed out to find him.
We had bicycled over to see some friends of mine from Miami who were visiting two old high school pals, where we were introduced to Maybank (Furnis Maybank III, to be exact), my future cattle partner.
We immediately noticed the group was acting a bit funny; Maybank explained they were doing these new downers they had purchased from a friend of a friend who worked in the Shands Teaching Hospital on the University of Florida campus. He provided us with his address and Bernie & I headed out to find him.
After knocking on the door, we were greeted by a guy wearing a surgical scrub suit. We explained our mission and gave him the name of who had sent us.
"You're lucky," he told us while pulling a plastic bag filled with pills out of a drawer. "I just got home from work."
"You're lucky," he told us while pulling a plastic bag filled with pills out of a drawer. "I just got home from work."
The price was five tablets for a dollar which we paid.
"What are these called," Bernie inquired. "Quaaludes," he replied. "Whatever," we answered.
We departed quickly and headed to a mini-mart to get a bottle of water. Upon its purchase, we realized we hadn't asked for any instructions. None of us had also eaten dinner.
"I guess we'll split them," I offered. Bernie agreed and so we each downed two and a half 300 milligram tablets of Rorer 714's. (That was also the badge number of Sergeant Friday on Dragnet. Coincidence?)
The rest of the night is a bit fuzzy. I recall us cycling and continually falling off of our bikes which we both found hilarious.
We departed quickly and headed to a mini-mart to get a bottle of water. Upon its purchase, we realized we hadn't asked for any instructions. None of us had also eaten dinner.
"I guess we'll split them," I offered. Bernie agreed and so we each downed two and a half 300 milligram tablets of Rorer 714's. (That was also the badge number of Sergeant Friday on Dragnet. Coincidence?)
The rest of the night is a bit fuzzy. I recall us cycling and continually falling off of our bikes which we both found hilarious.
I think I kicked mine a few times too.
That's all I remember. Like I said, it's a bit fuzzy.
Epilogue: My love affair with Quaaludes (a portmanteau of the words "quiet interlude") continued for quite some time afterwards, but I never again took more than one tablet at a time. After completing my goal of ingesting them for 30 days straight one particular month, I observed I was in heavy fog 24/7 and quit taking them.
That's all I remember. Like I said, it's a bit fuzzy.
Epilogue: My love affair with Quaaludes (a portmanteau of the words "quiet interlude") continued for quite some time afterwards, but I never again took more than one tablet at a time. After completing my goal of ingesting them for 30 days straight one particular month, I observed I was in heavy fog 24/7 and quit taking them.
I don't recall what I did with the leftover pills though.
Most likely, I gave them to some school children.😉
