wildcardjack: "I remember when a dimebag cost a dime."

That reminds me, Cheech Marin is gonna be on TV once again.

Oh, is that episode of Lockdown airing?

Huh. Most of the elderly people I know get their drugs by telling the doctor they have excruciating back pain or arthritis. Then Medicare covers it.

Drug Problems Persist for Flower Power Retirees

Scoring good gange can be tough at any age.

The thought of grandpas smoking joints and grandmas tripping on acid may seem absurd, but it's an increasingly frequent occurrence.

It seems pretty absurd to me no matter how frequent it is. I spent about five minutes trying to imagine my grandma being stoned. I can't do it.

If I should make it to 70, I feel that I will have earned my opium induced haze of a retirement.

here to help: and knowing this place every other day until the end of Fark.

So cynical for a n00b... such a shame.

I'm going to clue you in on an interesting side effect of getting old. Your brain still thinks you're 25 or 30.

Sad but true.

The body starts to fall apart, but in your head you still tend to look at the world with much younger eyes. Often, you'd like to hang with younger folks, until you look in the mirror and recall how YOU used to feel about someone who looked like you do now wanting to 'hang out'.

It's not real surprising heavy drug users from the 70's still use today. Certain drugs give you a euphoric feeling and help submerge your cares and worries -- like the minor heart attack you had, that you're going to need dentures soon, your eyes don't seem to work as well as they used to, and for guys, the reliable old soldier doesn't want to stand at attention as frequently or as well. If it does, it might not manage to fire it's weapon.

It starts to suck when your dating pool for your age tends to consist of people who all look like your Mom -- or grandmother. In the back of your head, you realize that, unless you pay for it, you'll never hold a smooth, nude, supple body again.

Conversely, you'll look at a young person and think about sex with them and then abruptly change your mind because, in your opinion, they're shallow and air-heads. You know that those hot dancers in the strip clubs would only stay with you as long as your finances hold out.

You miss being young. Any age from 15 to 45 seems like a good age to be for you. Though, mainly you'll consider the 30's. (More maturity, less squabbles and fights and less jumping in to lost causes.)

You're going to be more paranoid about nearly everything, since technology has greatly advanced since you were a kid and every information outlet seems to have no problem lying, exaggerating stories and apparently trying to deliberately scare you to death.

In your youth, there was the telephone. Now, there are cell phones -- which can do vastly more in that tiny container than all of the computing power it took to get men to the moon. PLUS they can take videos and hold person to person, video chats.

They make Dick Tracy's radio watch seem as antiquidated as a hand cranked phone.

As a kid, you couldn't wait to be a grown-up. Now you are -- and it isn't as liberating or fun as you thought. Suddenly, You're Responsible for EVERYTHING you do. No excuses.

You watch reruns of the original Star Trek you loved as a kid and discover it seems so corny these days. You realize what you suspected about the 'red shirts' was correct after all. They were expendable.

You get pi$$ed of, then annoyed and then dismayed when you discover those twinges you feel in your hands or arms are the beginning of arthritis. You CAN'T wolf down two subs, a bag of chips and a large drink anymore -- and want more two hours later. Actually if you wolf down one sub, large, you feel uncomfortably full and mainly want to take a nap.

Then, a couple of hours later, you're eating antacids to put out the fire in your gut.
You're starting to become acquainted with fiber supplements. You Doctor frowns on you eating a lot of pizza. You've also learned to take one of those long term antacid pills before you wolf down a MEDIUM pizza, with everything on it.

Even then, several hours later, you'll probably be eating antacid tablets.

Still, in your head you're 25 to 35 years old. Your body just doesn't agree with that. You realize that a whole lot of things just suck now. When you hear someone you went to school with dies and you recall him as he was at 16 or 17, seeing his picture in the paper comes as a shock. Whointhehell IS that wrinkled, tubby old man? Remember the cute, tiny, pixie-like girl from 10th grade who used to dance through your dreams? Now, she's 250 lbs, dresses and looks like a dyke and where she used to never say shiat even if she had a mouthful, she swears like a sailor. You find it hard to even picture what she used to look like.

Yeah, getting old sucks, but being locked into your younger mindset sucks even worse.

So, I can understand the continued drug use.

Just wait. Someday you'll be over 50 and wondering just whointhehell that is looking back at you from the bathroom mirror.

Kanemano: I was planning a life of heroin addiction when I turned 90, then I found out I was allergic to morphine and morphine derivatives.

I have the same farking problem. I break out in hives. The first and last time I fooled with opiate medication after getting a wisdom tooth pulled, I had hives all over my scalp, in my nose, on my eyes...it was excruciating. It didn't even do anything for the pain from the stupid tooth. Never again.

The funniest part is that my deadbeat natural dad is a junkie. At least I know I'll never follow in his footsteps.