Our story begins on a warm Summer's evening in the student ghetto of Hogtown, FL where our two heroes were unaware how epic the night would become.
We had bicycled over to see some fellow Miamians' who were visiting two old high school pals and when, ironically, we were introduced to Furnis Maybank III, my future cattle partner.
Upon our arrival, we noticed the group was acting a bit strange and Maybank explained they were doing these new downers they had purchased from a guy who worked in the teaching hospital on the University of Florida campus. He provided us with his address and Bernie & I headed out on our bikes 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 you caught me," he told us while pulling a plastic bag filled with pills out of a desk drawer. "I just got home from work."
The price was five tablets for a dollar.
"What are these called," Bernie inquired. "Quaaludes," he replied. "Whatever," we answered.
We left and headed to a mini-mart to get a bottle of water when we realized we hadn't asked for any instructions. Neither 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.
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 for good measure.
That's all I recall. Like I said, it's a bit fuzzy.
Epilogue: My love affair with Quaaludes (a portmanteau of the words "quiet interlude") continued for some time afterwards, but I never took more than one tablet again. After completing my goal of ingesting them for 30 days straight, I quit after I realized I felt like I was floating all the time.
I don't recall what I did with the leftover pills though. Most likely, I gave them to some school children.😉
This tale repeats itself below. I have no idea why. It must be the Quaaludes
Our story begins on a warm Summer's evening in the student ghetto of Hogtown, FL where our two heroes were unaware how epic the night would become.
We had bicycled over to see some fellow Miamians who were visiting two old high school pals and when ironically, we were introduced to Maybank (Furnis Maybank III, to be exact), my future cattl
Upon our aroing these new downers Florida campus. He provided us with his ad 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 you caught me," he told us while pulling a plastic bag filled with pills out of a desk drawer. "I just got home from work."
The price was one dollar for five tablets for a dollar.
"What are these called," Bernie inquired. "Quaaludes," he replied. "Whatever," we answered.
We left and headed to a mini-mart to get a bottle of water when we realized we hadn't asked for any instructions. Neither 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 the popular police series 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 took more than one tablet again. After completing my goal of ingesting them for 30 days straight, I quit after I noticed I was totally numb and felt like I was floating all the time.
I don't recall what I did with the leftover pills though. Most likely, I gave them to some sch
