About Drift

I’m a 52 year old man living in Washington State.
I served aboard an aircraft carrier during the latter part
of the Cold War; circa ‘76, 79ish. I was an arresting gear
crewman. I operated the below decks equipment for a
time and then settled into a watch station (position\job)
on the flight deck.

After my release from the service I moved from job to
job while I did a short spell at the community college.
Due to the birth of my 2nd daughter, and my inherent
laziness, I dropped school and went to work full time.

I’ve held the position of the Mechanical Maintenance
Department Head at a small rural hospital. I was the
Maintenance Supervisor at a lumber treating plant. I
did a stint with the Stationary Engineers local…

The last field I was employed in before my retirement
was industrial fiberglass; tanks, piping, that sort’a stuff.
I did everything from directing safety to the design of
the equipment we sold.

My health failed around 1999. It was a minor issue at first.
It was nothing a couple of over the counter pain killers
wouldn’t fix up. It became worse.

I’ve had three spine surgeries. A fourth is likely in my
near future. That’ll be the second on the neck. The other
two surgeries having been in the lower spine.

The docs tell me it’s congenital. Oh stop it! That means
I was dealt bad cards at birth. T’is in the genes (there you
go again!).

I’m now retired.

The days of motorcycle racing are over (asphalt with a
sanctioned club). No more kicking the sack with the
younguns. No more summer vacations on my old
motorcycle. No more… a lot of things.

In my time I’ve done recreational drugs. I never gave it
much thought. Watching the camp fire while under the
influence of majic mushrooms can be a really enjoyable
experience (I shrug).

It wasn’t until I was having severe side effects from the
prescribed pain killers and steroids that I became involved
in medicinal cannabis, and I began to research illegal
drugs. Those classified as schedule I. Like cannabis.

Just, wow.
The facts are there for anyone to peruse. The -real-
impact of the way this country deals with drug abuse
embarrasses me. It’s worse than embarrassment. It verges
on horror.

The injustice of the system currently in place became blatantly obvious to me. I began to tell people. I began
to tell people in email posts. I began to tell anyone that
would sit still long enough to listen.

Here we are.

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