We didn't invent drugs, but they were a part of what the Beatles and everyone else told us was correct back in the '60s.
I couldn't tolerate the drugs and I couldn't tolerate the side effects. I tried Depakote again-on which, unfortunately, I experienced several side effects, nausea and depression.
I didn't have to bury myself in drugs and alcohol and all of that, and I think a lot of that had to do with my strong upbringing.
But the fact is, nobody gets off drugs unless they really want to, and I really wanted to.
But you know what I'm trying to say, it's that there's a couple of really dangerous drugs out there and I've lost some friends to them.
I don't think I can be a spokesperson about the problems (concerning the pharmaceutical industry), but the key area of concern is accessibility of drugs, especially for malaria, HIV and tuberculosis. The drugs exist but are they getting to the people that need them?
I want to say this: I don't do drugs. I've never done drugs in my life. I'm just not interested.
Drugs? Every one has a choice and I choose not to do drugs...
I did cocaine for about a year and a half, then it led to crack.
When I switched to methadone, I injected two cubic centimeters of demerol, and I also took barbiturate capsules so I could sleep for eight or 10 hours.
Cocaine came on the scene at that time as a pain-killer. It was so prevalent that if you had a five-year-old son, you could send him to the drugstore with fifty cents and he'd bring back a bottle, a tincture of cocaine. It was sold that prevalently.
I feel like I'm getting my creativity back ... and that I've put a very gnarly drug problem behind me.
Drugs have nothing to do with the creation of music. In fact, they are dumb and self indulgent. Kind of like sucking your thumb!
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