There is a lot of information to sift through in regards to recreational drugs. Whether it’s from the DEA, MADD, your drug dealer, or a random website you stumble across, there tends to be quite a bit of bias in the answers you find. I’m going to try to accomplish the impossible: an unbiased guide to drugs!

I am inevitably going to fail, as I am admittedly extremely biased towards the responsible use of drugs. I believe that almost any drug can be used responsibly, and if everyone was thoroughly educated on them, it would be much more common that people could do so. Drug education could also have loads of other positive effects, of course, including a reduced stigma, further research, and better addiction assistance, but that’s another topic entirely.

So without further delay, let’s begin!

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I first came across this article a while ago, but the contents remain fresh in my mind. This is one story that you’ll want to read all the way though. The One-Man Drug Company profiles a young white coke dealer as he makes a living (about $5000 a week, tax free) the hard way in Manhattan.

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From the article:

Every day he tells himself the same thing. You are doing nothing wrong. It plays through his mind on repeat, keeping his nerves in check. You have no reason to worry. Tonight, a Friday, he is walking down a cobblestone street in Soho, hands wedged in his leather jacket, his posture slump-shouldered, as if he’s curling in on himself. In his right-hand pocket, there is a plastic bag containing numerous smaller plastic bags—“tickets,” he calls them—filled with either a gram or gram and three quarters of cocaine. The smaller ones he calls “chiquitas.” They cost $60. The big ones, known simply as “big ones,” go for $100. He is heading to see a customer, a twiggy, doe-eyed woman who asked to meet outside an art gallery. He thumbs through the Baggies, able to gauge the weight with his fingertips, and secures her order in his fist, all the while humming along to the voice in his head.