(Color pencils on a federal warrant for my arrest.) (Berkeley, California) (BEST VIEWED LARGE?)
(When I was arrested for "Conspiracy to Distribute LSD" in 1985, the warrant was issued in Missouri. The unnamed person or persons it was alleged that I was conspiring to distribute LSD to or with was apparently ["…"], an old friend of mine who had become addicted to heroin. Apparently he was arrested and, after being jailed in Missouri for some LSD he apparently said I sent to him, he apparently became an informant for the DEA. ["…"] was part of the Grateful Dead inner circle. In June 1985 ["…"] called me and said he was paying a visit to the Bay Area and would like to see me. I said I would meet him at Spenger’s restaurant in Berkeley. [Spenger’s was quite a noisy restaurant, and because of that, a favorite place to publicly meet people because it was extremely difficult for coversations to be overheard there.] ["…"] refused to meet me at Spenger’s and met me at the nearby Celia’s restaurant, a quiet place. ["…"] told me at the meeting that he was in town to buy farm equipment and wanted to "turn" the money in a drug deal before he bought the equipment. I asked him what he wanted and he said "oh, $75,000 worth of anything…" I looked around and it appeared to me that all of the other people in the restaurant were feds. I said to ["…"] "lets take a walk…" I had a joint of extremely powerful weed that I had mixed with hash and soaked with hashoil, and I smoked it with him. Because at the time he had been in jail until he was released to the DEA to fly to California and set me up, ["…"] had no cannabis tolerance. Being so clean he got incredibly wasted! As we turned the corner onto University Avenue, I saw an AC Transit bus approaching. "Bye!!" I said and quickly entered the bus, leaving ["…"] standing on the corner drooling. I took the bus to downtown Berkeley and caught a taxi to my apartment, which was in a deserted part of Emeryville. Noticing that another taxi had followed the one I took, I did not go into my unlit apartment, just stood in the hallway of the building until both taxis departed. When I did go into my unlit apartment, I used a dim flashlight to see as I quickly cut and dyed my hair, removed my mustache, and changed into a suit. There were several million squares of perforated blotter paper in the apartment that I had not yet soaked with LSD. I left the apartment after propping up a copy of the U.S. Army field book "SURVIVAL, EVASION, AND ESCAPE" against the wall just inside the apartment, and, making sure I was not followed, went to a friend’s house in Oakland to stay. [Several days after that I paid a psychedelic grandmother I knew to go to the apartment and remove the blotter paper. She said she nearly had a heart attack when someone outside the apartment rang the LOUD doorbell as she was walking past it…but she waited until the person left and she was able to get away…] Several days after that I passed through downtown Berkeley. There was a little old lady waiting at a taxi stand for a taxi. As I passed by a taxi pulled over and the driver said "get in". I replied "no–its OK–she was here first…" The taxi driver then said "no…really…GET IN!" As we headed down the street the driver told me he and the other taxi drivers had been searching for me. [I took a lot of taxis in those days and I always tipped VERY well.] The driver was the same one that had given me the ride to my apartment in Emeryville and he said the taxi behind us that night had been driven by his brother, whose passengers had shown him badges and told him to follow me…
About a week later I was at a payphone outside of a restaurant on College Avenue in Oakland, where I had gone intending to order a whole wheat raisin bagel. As I started to make my call, a man stepped up and put a HUGE gun to my head, saying "Clandestine Laboratory Task Force! What is your name?" I had just that day gotten a new set of fake I.D. and I could not remember my new name! "uh…uh…" I stammered. The agent then said "Your name is…" and repeated a long, long list of just about every alias I had ever used! Being a federal fugitive for more than a dozen years at the time, I suddenly felt very ill. The agent looked at me and said "Do you want me to take you to a hospital? You look quite sick!" I said "No", and he placed me under arrest, then drove me to the federal building in San Francisco…
[When I was released from prison 15 months later, one of the very first things I did was go to the restaurant on College Avenue and order a whole wheat raisin bagel.])
When I was arrested, I was in possession of a very small amount of 2C-B (4-bromo-2,5-dimethoxyphenethylamine) with a handwritten note and explanatory diagram by the academic chemist who made it and gave it to me.
("2C-B is a psychedelic similar to mescaline, but in the club, it can be something else entirely: ‘tucibi’ is often marketed as ‘pink cocaine,’ and while it does sometimes contain mescaline, it also can contain a cocktail of other drugs, including ketamine, MDMA, and caffeine."
—Jane C. Hu, 1.8. 2024, The Microdose, [The newsletter of the University of California, Berkeley Center for the Science of Psychedelics], quote from "Drug use at the nightclub: 5 questions for drug epidemiologist Joseph Palamar." [2C-B was first synthesized by Sasha Shulgin in 1974.]),
I was also in possession of samples of 4 different batches of MDMA (methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or "ecstasy", which became a Schedule I controlled substance days after my arrest in June 1985).
(My entire adult life I have steadfastly refused to buy, sell, distribute, or manufacture MDMA, because I refuse to traffic in any substance whose name contains the word "methamphetamine", although it does seem possible that MDMA might sometimes be useful in psychotherapy…
["Berlin’s annual Love Parade, which had begun in July 1989, saw a million people dancing in the city’s Tiergarten in 1997, with this number swelling to about one and a half million by the end of the decade."
—Ben Gook, in his November 2015 essay "Dancing at the End of History: The Fall of the Berlin Wall and Ecstasy in Berlin", published by the Australian Research Council, based at the Western Universities of Australia. People taking MDMA and dancing in a group seems to sometimes cause what Simon Reynolds called "…a strange and wondrous atmosphere of collective intimacy, an electric sense of connection between complete strangers."]
["The album is like the faded ten year-old tag of a kid whose rave dreams have been crushed by a series of dead end jobs."
—Mark Fisher, in his 2014 book GHOSTS OF MY LIFE–Writings on Depression, Hauntology and Lost Futures, describing, in 2006, the album "Burial".
("…MDMA flashbacks bring London to unlife…")
("…a wounded city, populated by ecstasy casualties on day release from psychiatric units…")
("…wanting an angel to be watching over you when there’s nowhere to go and all you can do is sit in McDonalds late at night, not answering your phone."
—Burial, quoted by Mark Fisher in late 2007.)])
Additionally, at the time of my arrest I was in possession of a joint of marijuana that I had mixed with freebase cocaine, a psilocybin mushroom, codeine, Valium, and traces of powders containing cocaine and heroin. Also, very pure LSD in crystalline form and a quantity of gelatin pyramids containing LSD. I was never told why I had been charged with "Conspiracy to Distribute LSD", and I was never told why the charge was later dismissed. (Perhaps the prosecutor had been wearing a tinfoil hat.) For reasons unknown to me, I was never charged with possessing any of the drugs. At the time of this 1985 arrest it was discovered that after I had been arrested in early 1972 and charged with selling a large quantity of MDA, I jumped bail and disappeared. The 1972 MDA charges were apparently dismissed because I demanded my "Right to a Speedy Trial" and it took the prosecutor too long to find the legal records of my 1972 case. I was then convicted of "Failure to Appear" in court in 1972, and sentenced to 2 years in prison.
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Please note: DEPICTION IS NOT ADVOCACY!!!
("Do you know how many thousands of people all over the world committed suicide after taking LSD?"
"If you promote these activities you’re criminals and murderers…"
—from a letter to the editor of OPEN EXCHANGE MAGAZINE, published in Berkeley, California in October 2009. [OPEN EXCHANGE MAGAZINE, with more than 330,000 readers per issue, has been published for more than 35 years.]
Here is the editor’s reply to the above letter:
"…as for ‘thousands’ of people dying from acid…the facts don’t bear that out…"
"According to ‘The Consumers Union Report on Licit and Illicit Drugs by Edward M. Brecher and the Editors of Consumer Reports Magazine, 1972,’ reviewing over 25,000 documented uses of LSD by nearly 5,000 people: ‘No instance of serious, prolonged physical side effects was found either in the literature or in the answers to the questionnaires.’ Furthermore, the published LSD literature ‘directly records only one suicide and that in a schizophrenic patient.’ One LSD death! Compare that to alcohol, which is responsible for about 25,000 roadside deaths each and every year—and it’s a legal drug!")
Please note: DEPICTION IS NOT ADVOCACY!!!
Posted by jdyf333 on 2023-07-19 22:26:10
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