Doing it all myself...

I have never understood the appeal of drugs.

Oh I smoked pot with my peace corps friends and broke out in huge red itchy patches they called hives so I never bothered again; my new husband gave me apple juice with what he called magic mushrooms chopped in it - easily the most revolting thing I have ever consumed, I would almost rather eat liver - and nothing happened. Then almost twenty minutes later I was watching my roux bubble in the saute pan and it was the most tremendously funny thing I had ever seen, the mushrooms had, as they say, kicked in.

An amazing experience which almost matched the LSD I took in a medically controlled experiment. Imagine, getting paid to spend the weekend in a hospital tripping on medical grade acid with a full staff there if anything went wrong. It never occurred to me to say no. And there is my drug use history. I decided, much to my husband's disgust that drugs were not for me. I can create those same worlds in my head and better without interference or the addition of foreign substances.

My glands all manufacture wonderful highs, adrenaline, pulsing through me right now (which is why I am writing this) because my system is gearing up for performance. Serotonin and endorphins can be coaxed into the bloodstream easily with their attendant pleasures and release and I never have a headaches or loss of memory or a bloody nose bleed as the price for my mad indulgence in mind altering substances that cost me not one red cent. I make the cake, eat it and have it all at the same time.