When I turned 18 I stopped smoking marijuana altogether. I never liked that stuff too much. I smoked it intensively for two years and it was enough it just didn’t add anything to my creativity. The spirit that lives in marijuana is female and highly seductive: she makes you feel like you are being very creative but when fact you are doing fuck shit. I had some pleasant times with her but found out that she was increasingly feeding all sorts of paranoia in my mind. Most notorious of these were the countless times I was lying in bed and started to notice my breath and got confused about how fast I should breathe. That is pretty flippant, trust me, I was sometimes really panicking about the breath thing.

The last time I used marijuana was also the worst experience I had with it. Some guys from another squat were growing weed in their garden and they put about a kilo of weed into a single cake. The damn thing was entirely green! Some guys ate a piece and they had to call a doctor because some of them were flipping out. The next day one of them brought the devil cake to our squat, telling us to be careful because the thing was quite strong.

That sounded like fun so I ate a slice and went to my room and started painting. I was painting flames for about 20 minutes but it was harder and harder to hold the brush. At some point I crawled to my bed and lied down hoping to pass out. When I did so suddenly an enormous wind started blowing through my room and I was holding on to my bed for life. That wind was so strong it would completely blow me away and I was scared to death and screaming for help on my bed. Some guys came but they didn’t know what to do, they tried to comfort me which helped somewhat. I rode it out but swore never to take that stuff again. I don’t know what would have happened if I would have let go of my bed instead of holding unto it but it seemed like a quite dangerous situation to me. That just goes to show that even mild drugs in very high doses can be quite threatening! I have used various hallucinogenics but I never experienced anything this threatening with any of those.

When I got my high school diploma I took some lsd. After a half hour or so everything started to be inexplicably funny. After an hour or so this changed into calm bewilderment and I found out that my new hobby was to climb and walk roofs. I was in this serial housing squat and they had a great rooftop where you could climb for hours on end and that’s what I did. Some people might think it dangerous but it wasn’t I knew exactly what I was doing and was very happy being there. I remember Dennis/denvis once telling me he took lsd in Australia and sat at the edge of a cliff for hours. Its great to experience such total lack of fear or boundaries. I always liked roofs and I was always climbing and sitting in trees as a kid too. I guess I am some sort of roofman.