When I was 19, my brother’s neighbors were these hippie drug dealers. They dealt with hallucinogens, and psychedelics. Mainly.
It was called “special K,” back then. They gave my brother a bump (it was powder,) for free at a block party. I think the idea was that all of his friends would buy some, after seeing the results.
Well. My brother just laid on the ground most of the time, and wasn’t able to communicate well. He was very “high.” IMO, too high…
The neighbors became belligerent when none of us bought any. I had a…discussion, with them. No more problems.
But I was concerned about my brother for hours.
Fast forward to now, and I feel like he may have been in more danger than we treated the situation, at the time…
He never did it again. I never once tried it. But. For all of the drugs I have been around, I rarely ran across ketamine (as a recreational drug.) Even when I worked with narcotics units early in my former career in law enforcement, it wasn’t a drug that was a focus. Like with fentanyl, now.
It was illegal, but it wasn’t considered a problem like drugs like cocaine, meth, opiods, and benzoyl were.
I don’t really talk to anyone in law enforcement anymore. However. Right when I was leaving (like 5 years ago?) Fentanyl was the biggest issue, as far as we knew it was going to be the new version of older drugs that still exist, that caused so much damage to society. It was widely considered to likely kill, if an officer accidentally touched it. It changed a lot of the way people conduct frisks/pat downs, or searches.
Drugs are a huge reason why I left law enforcement. It’s extremely difficult not to become jade with humanity. We are subject to addiction problems.
MP, was no different from most other “addicts.”
The drugs are the symptoms. Not the disease.
That being said, ketamine is (from my experience,) an acquired taste perhaps. Or something for people who want to be TOO high. Which is what most addicts die of, pursuing a greater high.
Read the lyrics of “Mr. Brownstone,” by GNR.
“I used to do a little,
But a little got mo, n mooo.
I just keep trying to get a little ‘better,’
A little better than befoooo.”...
Chasing the “ultimate high,” is to chase death. MP likely had more proximity to death than any knew. Always dodging one bullet, or another.
Sad, but true…