Walking on Thin Ice

Poor Demented Soul,

Just received your letter on my arrival home and being in a mellow semi conscious drug induced state, I took it upon myself to answer you, since I will be stuck home for an otherwise unbearable period. Well, I don’t know how you managed to do it, but your letter came in one of my good periods. Everything has been going really smooth for the last week and it seems it shall continue so for an extended period of time hence. Starting last Friday, I am going to give you the long, boring story of my up period, just for something to do, so sit back and relax.

OK, last Friday I went over to a friend’s house to smoke some of his pot. Well after having smoked about a third of his bag, someone showed up with some home made pink THC and I bought two and dropped them. Since then I haven’t been able to get away from it. Saturday I did another hit and a half, and was smoking a lot of pot, when someone gave me a yellow jacket, which I took. Still later on that eve, someone came over with some hash and some brown California junk and we rolled up a joint of hash and a joint of junk and I snorted up some junk. I don’t know how, but I continued to party through the night until three a.m. upon which I promptly fell asleep and slept soundly until eleven that next morn when lo and behold the man with the junk came back over and passed around another joint with junk in it, then left for better things. Well, me and three friends proceeded to lay in bed until seven that night when we decided that we had not done nothing but get high all day, so someone laid a half a hit of that THC on me and I did it and went home and passed out

Monday I stayed home from school and recuperated. Tuesday I skipped school and went over to my friend’s house and got some more THC and dropped a hit. Then we picked up a chick who had some orange barrel acid and I did a hit of that and proceeded to party ‘til twelve that night, upon which time I went home and went to bed and laid awake and tripped all night.

Wednesday I went on a field trip to an Oldsmobile factory and my friend Rick laid a hit of THC on me, which made the trip a bit more enjoyable. That night I went to a Halloween party and dropped another hit and a half of THC and partied until two that eve, then went home and passed out again. Thursday I went to school and collected money from people who wanted some THC.

Friday I and Rick skipped school and went out to my friends house and dropped a hit of THC, bought seven more and went and gave it to the people who wanted some, making a couple dollars off the deal and picking up more money for more THC. We then drove over to Big Rapids and picked up eight more hits and gave them to the people and dropped another hit and a half. I then bought two more hits which I did a hit and a half of, and partied until three o’clock this morn when I passed out. Then, this morn, to wind up my story, I got up, and smoked seven joints of real good weed and am now sitting home, typing. Later on tonight I am going to go back out and party. So, things have been going alright for me.

Now, OK, now, on with other things. I don’t quite know when I am coming out, but I plan on finding out soon.

Well, it is now Thursday, only but a week and a half since I last wrote. I got a letter from Steve R. today, Mother came bursting into my room, demanding I open it and I had just lit up a joint. Well, she didn’t notice and I am finishing the roach, which just went out. I did not attend school today for no other explainable reason than I just didn’t feel like going, which is my basic excuse lately. I have missed 30 days of school out of 77 days. Now, I can’t figure out if this record is good or bad, ‘cause that is a lot of school to be missing, but every day I have missed, I have been high, and been invited to get high at other, later dates. O well, I’m going to quit missing so much school.

I at this precise moment don’t know much about me coming out there, but I do know more than I did last time. I can tell you the date I shall be leaving here, which is the 21st of December, and I have to be back around January 2nd, and I can tell you I will probably bring out some acid when I come, and I can tell you things like I want to come and I need to come and I’m going to come, but right now I cannot tell you how I am going to come. You see, the parents won’t loan me the car, though I am still working on it, but they say I am not experienced enough in snow and city driving. Rick, the friend I was planning on coming out with just got busted for shoplifting yesterday, so he won’t be able to come and neither will his truck. Now, I really don’t have the money for a bus, and I don’t want to take one anyway, not with the dope and money I may have with me. I am at this precise moment working on another friend named Dave, who has a car, and even a tape deck and tapes, but I don’t know if he could go and even if he could, it would probably cost ninety dollars for gas out there and back, which is forty five dollars a piece, which I might be able to swing, if all my plans work out.

You see, I am now telling people if they want a bag of that dope I had a while ago, it would cost them 15 dollars an ounce fronted to me by the 21st. Many people are interested, so I may make enough to come out there and come back from that deal. Now, the real money making deal comes next for both of us. Do you think there would be a big enough market for acid that you could sell two hundred in a month? You see, a friend of mine wants to send one quantity down soon and one quantity down with ‘em, and they both would be fronted to us and would cost 60 dollars a piece. Now, I was also asked to ask you, what else would sell down there I will give you a list of kinds and approximate prices acid, 40$ a hundred, mescaline, 40$ a hundred (organic runs a bit more) Quaaludes run 60$ a hundred, speed: crosses 15 a hundred, Christmas trees, 30 a hundred, and there may be some blue Mexican speed that is supposed to come up from Arizona and if it does, I will bring at least a hundred down with me. Heroin is too expensive to mention and coke is 50 a gram. PCP or THC pills run 40 a hundred and crystal runs 50 a gram. Psilocybin mushrooms run about 60 an ounce and sell down here for three dollars a gram. Now, you’ll have to add on 20$ to every price for the person who would be fronting this to me. Well enough with that inane garbage, on to bigger and bagger things. . I am very much in favor of Europe, but I must include Spain. O well, that is the extent of criticism. Once in my life, I want to legally buy and drop acid. You with me there. Well I am going to include a couple of my latest poems written only in my journal, which I am really enjoying muchly o well, on with the menial lines of naught, first, a couple of nothing poems and lines.

Love,

Cat

Smith’s journal entry, December 22, 1973

Brother Vince should and most likably will arrive in Bmore in about 3 hours or so it being at this particular import in time 10:27 p.m. night. He called last night down enough not to come. We sent him $45 for to bring a little bit of LSD but he in giving it to his dealer lost it. The money is unpleasant but the loss and lack of acid be worse. But, that’s the way it was, the was what is. So what else did I have to write of? I’m broke as per usual. Was in McDonald’s glorious hamburger haven tonight and noticed they had an Xmas tree with the holy three beneath it. So, I reached over and stole their ceramic blonde haired blue eyed Jesus from right out of his ceramic crib & put him in my pocket. Fear not his bodily absence for he is arisen.