HOLLYWOOD STONER
An uncensored history of my years of using (almost) every drug under the sun
I tried almost every drug except for crack by the time I was 17. It all started when I fell in love for the first time. I was 13. He introduced me to weed, The Grateful Dead and gave me a bootleg tape of Dr. Dre’s The Chronic. I was hooked— on him, hip hop and weed.
I failed all my classes that Fall semester of 9th grade, talking on phone with him every night until the sun came up; sleepless, disoriented, crushing beyond. I was utterly intoxicated—bewildered by his eyes and locks of hair falling over thick brows— the first super-dreamy, Peter Pan boy I lost my heart to. I thought I would die without him. It may have been my hormones going wild but I was madly, crazily in love. It was at his house, hiding in the closet where he grew hydroponic pot that I was busted for possession of marijuana at 13 and shipped off to boarding school. Fated young love, thwarted by the law and disapproving parents, so romantic.
If could have given my parents a pro tip back then, it would be that sending your kid thousands of miles away to a liberal arts high school that used to be known as “Cocaine Academy” with no parental supervision isn’t likely to make said kid straight edge. Though the students at my boarding school were into “soft drugs” like weed, acid & mushrooms and didn’t experiment with the harder stuff my friends back in LA did. I knew more girls at boarding school with eating disorders than drug habits like mine. None of which we spoke about.
Below the paywall: my demented teenage diary entries *(mom you should skip this post); all the drugs I’ve experimented with along with the literature that inspired me to do so; bad boys & illegal activity; witchcraft; procuring MDMA for men twice my age and more…