I never took reds or Quaaludes to balance out the coke. So when it got to be four in the morning and the gram was three quarters gone, I'd start wishing it was nine o'clock and hoping the guy got up early. But, of course, he didn't sleep either, so there was no sweat. During all those years, I was always looking forward to the next snort or the next guy I could score from.
I don’t know what life is like without cannabis, I hear there is such a thing.
The trick is to use the drugs once to get there, and maybe spend the next ten years trying to get back there without the drug.
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye.
It took me a long time to reach the bottom and it went through various stages. I went from drugs into an alcohol stage. For a while, one feels, "Ah, I've kicked drugs," but what I discovered was I had another addiction instead.
It is a lot of work being an addict. There's nothing harder than being an addict.
Drugs scared me.
Cocaine isn't habit forming. I should know - I've been using it for years.
My problem is I'm an addictive personality. I can't have one coffee. I can't eat one piece of chocolate.
... franking junkies ...
Describing his congressional colleagues use of the free mail privilege:
I think I did every drug known to mankind, smoked crack, boozed, dropped acid, you name it.
The seven dwarfs were each on different little trips. Happy was into grass and grass alone. Happy, that's all he did. Sleepy was into reds. Grumpy, too much speed. Sneezy was a full blown coke freak. Doc was a connection. Dopey was into everything. Any old orifice will do for Dopey. He's always got his arm out and his leg up. And then, the one we always forget, because he was Bashful. Bashful didn't use drugs. He was paranoid on his own. Didn't need any help on that ladder.
Of course I miss [drugs]. And anyone who tells you they don't is lying.
I was once a shameless, full-time dope fiend.
What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.
Anyone who's been a heavy drinker and heavy smoker and has the good future to survive that and give it up knows what a very different kind of daily existence one has. I was smoking a couple of packs of cigarettes a day. And I was drinking heavily on tours.
[LSD] went on for years. I must have had a thousand trips. I used to just eat it all the time.
Drugs are a bet with your mind.
Pot had helped, and booze, maybe a little blow when you could afford it.
I also smoke a lot of pot, occasionally, every day.
One day [when I relapsed] I walked into a store and saw a little bottle of Jack Daniel's. And then that voice - I call it the 'lower power' - goes, 'Hey. Just a taste. Just one.' I drank it, and there was that brief moment of 'Oh, I'm okay!' But it escalated so quickly. Within a week I was buying so many bottles I sounded like a wind chime walking down the street.
Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs. It started getting debilitating. I enjoy my music a lot better than my drugs.
Tobacco addiction sinks its claws in deeply, it's just as powerful of [sic] an addiction as heroin or crack cocaine.
When I couldn't get ahold of cigarettes, I'd roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.
…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.