New Orleans, 1972

We (the freeborn fuckups, a name i came up with) were hanging out in our room at the Eltro hotel, a derelict building on Decatur Street in the French Quarter where we were squatting, drinking vast amounts of cheap wine as per usual. Suddenly someone came in with a vial of pure adrenaline and a syringe. So of course we passed the vial and needle around. I have to say it was an interesting rush. Definitely pure adrenaline, no changing any other kind of perception, just massive heart beat increase. To be honest i found it unpleasant. We were doing tiny amounts, about a tenth of a CC. Much more than that would probably have been dangerous. Then our friend Easy walked into the room. Easy was a big giant easy going guy, mean looking, bearded, a little bit dirty, shy as can be. We told him what we were doing and he said let me have some. So he took the vial and syringe and went into the other room alone and did an entire CC. When he walked back into the room he was stammering and his face was flashing red and white in time with his heartbeat and you could see his heart thudding in his chest. He had IV'd an entire CC. It was pretty terrifying. Fortunately that stuff wears off pretty quickly and he didn't die. He may have done some permanent damage though. We all may have.