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It was a mix of things, and, at the time, doctors were handing out speed like candy to anyone who mentioned they were having difficulty dieting. So. Pfeh. If JFK were getting some meth, he could have done a lot worse.
In fact, one morning a thousand years ago I was griping to a coworker about how much stuff I had to get handled in one day, and she handed me a black pill, a black capsule, known by dopers as a black beauty, but known by pharmacies as biphetamine. She said, "Take this." I took it. OMG! That may have been the happiest day of my life. I got more accomplished in that one day than any other in my life. They say the downside of being addicted to it isn't worth the high. I can't imagine that. Seriously. That was the best day. Full day at the office, finishing absolutely everything that had been hanging fire. Change clothes. Then to the stable to work the horse I was showing at the time, including grooming and goofing. Back to the house I was sitting. Serious cleaning of gross bathroom. Then shower. Clean clothes. Then gorgeous. Then cooked dinner for my boyfriend. Then all the stuff that came with that boyfriend. And asleep by approximately the usual time. All spread between Marin and San Francisco and back to one side of Marin and then back to the other... during rush hours. I went to work the next morning and my friend just smiled at me.
In fact, all these high powered officials running all over hell and gone? They're on dope.
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