Blast From The Past
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Tetsuo
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quinxstar
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I'll start with the least confronting subject.
WATER HASH
In the late 80's, David Watson A.K.A. Sam the Skunkman A.K.A. Sam Selegny etc. came to visit me at my home in Lent NL. He came with Rob Clark.
I showed them a technique which I had discovered through experimentation. It was simple yet profound. After sieving my seeded bud and extracting the finest resin and the seed I was producing, I still had significant quantities of ground left over bud. There was still a lot of resin left, but I could no longer separate it from the ground up leaf.
I discovered that if you mix the material with ice cold water, the resin would sink and the other plant material would float (This doesn't work with fresh shake). Simply decanting off the floating material and pouring the resin and water through a paper coffee filter would give you a surprisingly pure product.
I showed this to Watson and Clark, who were astounded.
I later heard that they had taken the idea to Mila in Amsterdam and soon the market was flooded with isolators and the like. They never asked my permission to run with the idea and I never earned a cent from anyone for the use of the idea.
In my opinion, ice hash is inferior to sieved hash. I have encountered Water Hash from Afghanistan, which no doubt is made the same way, but I never knew how they did it. I discovered this by myself, no doubt reinventing the wheel.
I swear that this is a true testimony.
Nevil
i totaly agree with nevil
i use only water because of the quantity
if i have a good big polinator i will do only dry H
WATER HASH
In the late 80's, David Watson A.K.A. Sam the Skunkman A.K.A. Sam Selegny etc. came to visit me at my home in Lent NL. He came with Rob Clark.
I showed them a technique which I had discovered through experimentation. It was simple yet profound. After sieving my seeded bud and extracting the finest resin and the seed I was producing, I still had significant quantities of ground left over bud. There was still a lot of resin left, but I could no longer separate it from the ground up leaf.
I discovered that if you mix the material with ice cold water, the resin would sink and the other plant material would float (This doesn't work with fresh shake). Simply decanting off the floating material and pouring the resin and water through a paper coffee filter would give you a surprisingly pure product.
I showed this to Watson and Clark, who were astounded.
I later heard that they had taken the idea to Mila in Amsterdam and soon the market was flooded with isolators and the like. They never asked my permission to run with the idea and I never earned a cent from anyone for the use of the idea.
In my opinion, ice hash is inferior to sieved hash. I have encountered Water Hash from Afghanistan, which no doubt is made the same way, but I never knew how they did it. I discovered this by myself, no doubt reinventing the wheel.
I swear that this is a true testimony.
Nevil
i totaly agree with nevil
i use only water because of the quantity
if i have a good big polinator i will do only dry H
Guelaguetza
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Please don't get me wrong and don't take my question seriously;
What is the source of this statement/post?
Green greetings.
Tetsuo
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https://mrnice.nl/forum/threads/blast-from-the-past.18213/post-275424
For full understanding, you need to check broken link 1 and 2 and third link from Nevil quote.
The reader in this case has to work a bit to get full story. these knowledge has to be earned, bro. No spoon feeding here.
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Guelaguetza
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@Tetsuo
I apologize, that was my mistake. I was surprised by "Nevil" signed under the post, often he signed with just "N.".
Yes, of course, it's the beginning of the "Rip van Winkle wakes up"-thread. I apologize again.
dioecious
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The best rosin I’ve seen was 2h north of Seattle, by dank csa r. They use a 72 h no agitation method in a cold room for their water extraction, and before it was squished in a micron bag, it was freeze dried. Dave Watson (boo) mentioned using an alcohol extraction methodology for resin glands, and I have to speculate that if it was very cold that might be the way to extract and winterise.I'll start with the least confronting subject.
WATER HASH
In the late 80's, David Watson A.K.A. Sam the Skunkman A.K.A. Sam Selegny etc. came to visit me at my home in Lent NL. He came with Rob Clark.
I showed them a technique which I had discovered through experimentation. It was simple yet profound. After sieving my seeded bud and extracting the finest resin and the seed I was producing, I still had significant quantities of ground left over bud. There was still a lot of resin left, but I could no longer separate it from the ground up leaf.
I discovered that if you mix the material with ice cold water, the resin would sink and the other plant material would float (This doesn't work with fresh shake). Simply decanting off the floating material and pouring the resin and water through a paper coffee filter would give you a surprisingly pure product.
I showed this to Watson and Clark, who were astounded.
I later heard that they had taken the idea to Mila in Amsterdam and soon the market was flooded with isolators and the like. They never asked my permission to run with the idea and I never earned a cent from anyone for the use of the idea.
In my opinion, ice hash is inferior to sieved hash. I have encountered Water Hash from Afghanistan, which no doubt is made the same way, but I never knew how they did it. I discovered this by myself, no doubt reinventing the wheel.
I swear that this is a true testimony.
Nevil
i totaly agree with nevil
i use only water because of the quantity
if i have a good big polinator i will do only dry H
Tetsuo
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there i absolutely no need, i'm sure lot of people were like ...: "??wtf is this??" only one have the guts to ask for it.
Thanks @Guelaguetza for your question that will help lot of people.
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Guelaguetza
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I understood correctly that historical information about MNS may/should be posted here, right
? If so, then take this
? If so, then take this
Tetsuo
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@Guelaguetza the original post from 2009.
posted #76 here Tuesday at 10:57 AM
posted #76 here Tuesday at 10:57 AM
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Shantibaba - setting the record straight Now to clear up the story and myths that go around, due mainly to people in the industry(other seed companies) who are more interested in making money than giving information that is correct. Haze brothers worked on the Haze’s and they did get to Sam and Nevil(owner of THE SEEDBANK…and then Ben Dronkers retailed Nevils strains under the label of SENSI SEEDBANK after Nevil had some jail time in Australia .Nevil was the first Seed Bank or company to exist in Holland so his legendary strains such as Northern lights 5, Ultra skunk , Nl5 Haze, Early pearl , Early girl, Shiva Skunk….and so on became the basis for a lot of offspring seed companies that followed in the 90s. In fact companies like Dutch passion and Nirvana began by copying Nevils seeds from the F1 seed…but most of them would never say so as they are Dutch business men who see dollars first and not genetics….Sam and Nevil use to work a bit on strains together but when it was revealed that Sam and his crew of Americans in Holland all were part of informants for the DEA in America on a radio program in Holland they split to the UK to do other things. Sam never started or owned a seed company so his claim to all the strains that became famous years ago are not really warranted. He did however do a lot of work on Skunk and shared some seed with Nevil, but as you know for breeding you cannot just take any plant and make a strain like Greenhouse does nowadays. I was working in Australia on varieties like Mullumbimby madness and Thai and Columbia strains of sativas, as well as a lot of original Afghan stock. When I came to Holland in 1990 with my seed stock I linked up with Nevil , and used Arjan’s coffeeshops to introduce strains of cannabis and a little later the seed versions, but we never gave any of the plants to him.Arjan just sold seed produced by Nevil and myself. I co founded the Greenhouse Seed Company with Arjan in 1994(unlike Arjan’s claim it began in 1985 from him alone…he was angry that I sold my half share to him and left in 1998 to Switzerland and to open Mr Nice Seedbank with Nevil and Howard…but I was and still am the sole owner of MNS). In 1995 I came out with the seed version of White widow, then White Rhino 1996 and White Shark 1997…el nino1998 , Himalayan gold and so on. Nevil and I co worked on some Haze strains during the early to mid 90s of which Super Silver Haze and Mango Haze were two strains that eventually came out of this work.The seed was sold under the Greenhouse Seed co label but Nevil held those plants and only sold the seed of these varieties as well as the weed version that won all those awards.So as to help Arjan sell the correct weed we set up our own independent grow rooms and produced those weeds and Arjan bought them all so as no other Dutch shop could compete. In those days the Greenhouse sold the correct weed and seed.But in 1998 when I won all the cups with Nevil(including Shantibaba’s Hash for best nederhash) I was givien a better offer by a Swiss group to set up a medical cannabis farm and distil oil…so I sold my share to Arjan and left. A lot of people were shocked as they thought we were a solid unit but actually Arjan was over the top already with his success and his ego was too much to listen to and considering the Swiss thing had unlimited possibility where as Holland was stuck at being glorified dope dealers….as it still is today. Medical was more my interest. I took all my plants which made the seeds, especially my fathers and Nevil put all his plants with me so together we had a library of all genetics possible in the cannabis world. Nevil soon sold his part in one of the coffeeshops and had a big problem with Arjan too…but it took another year or two for them to split. Take a look at the High times Cannabis cup after 1998, so 1999 onwards….only while Nevil was there did they win with SSH, but that soon left with Nevil and Arjan even got caught cheating or trying to bribe people to win cup…so was disqualified one year. A lot of stories exist about the Widow family and a lot of people had access to some of the female versions I left in Holland and soon began claiming to be the creature etc….but the original seed versions that won the first cup in 1995 came from my plants not anyone else’s. Till today we have all the plants in original form. Franco, the Italian working for Arjan now does not even know the original plants as he did not come on the scene till after I left. I have nothing against him at all but he is paid by Arjan andis part of that show so believes what ever is feed to him. The GHSco tried to get things going by buying some seed Nev and I had for sale from a guy in Holland during this time. The guy called me up and told me Arjan bought a few thousand euros of this seed and a year later came out with seed under the well known names he had used previously. The growers could not know this until they grew it out and considering a lot of people never grew it before they did not even know what they were looking at and still do not.So many seed companies use the names like White widow but the genetics are all different. I wrote out the true origins of the plant and everyone copied that so it looks like everyone is selling the same genetics but it is they are all selling a name that sells…nothing more.Ask Franco to show you a photo of the original parents that make the widow…he cannot as he has never seen them.The Ghsco linked up with others like Ingemar who claims to be the widow breeder but he is only a grower and he never came out with a seed version until after I made it in 1995. But all the facts have become mixed and people try to confuse the grower by claiming things that no one else can prove to be correct or wrong…as there are no rules in the seed game since all cannabis is actually not recognized in the official plant world as sub species due to it being drug related. So in actual fact no one owns nothing…even all the trademarked R after the names you see from various seed companies are all bullshit as they are not really able to protect any names as the plants do not officially exist…but that is another story. In the late 90s I gave plants to Soma, and he began a seed company a year later too…mixing his skunks to my males. This has occurred many times to me just look at the Spanish seed companies and 10 years ago…none existed until I went there in 1995 and gave away 3 kilos of seed to growers via Canamo magazine….but that is another story too. Now the female seed story saved a lot of seed companies who never really breed seed as you only need a F1 female and chemicals….no need for a male…..so go figure why companies like the Greenhouse or Dinafem etc…set up selling female seed…..the money the demand and not really needing skill with males are all prerequisites to make a female seed. It is therefore obvious to me why Arjan (who is a very marketing person nothing more) and Franco come out every year with a new name plant…they buy an original F1 seed and donk it with silver nitrates and there you have there products…but now adays there are so many doing it it is incredible. Even companies have called me to tell me they feminised a clone of Critical mass in spain and call it critical plus….but say nothing more than thanks. So actually I really do not care any longer about other companies and what they say. We at MNS sell the real versions that won the original awards and made the legends…nowadays it is all confused and everyone is going feminised…except MNS. We exist so people who like to breed will be able to with the original true breed plants that come from selection and natural collection from traveling around the world. As they say, an empty barrel makes a louder noise…and we are full. ShantiBaba |
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Tetsuo
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by Steven Hager
Photographs by Jeff Vaughn
THE IMPORTANCE OF SEEDS
It is Thursday, November 6. 1986 and Nevil has just returned from his daily pilgrimage to a nearby post office. It is raining lightly and a cold breeze blows off the Rhine River. Although the sun made a brief appearance early in the day, it has since been obliterated by massive, billowing clouds.
As Nevil enters his house, he is assaulted by his watchdog, Elka. He climbs the stain to his living room, flops on an old couch, and starts opening his mail. “Breeding is a matter of bending nature to your will,” he says while drawing a toke on a joint of Skunk #1. “There’s not a coffee shop in Holland that can produce better weed than this. But I don’t sell it. I give it away—or I throw it away.”
In a few short years. Nevil has made an incredible transformation from penniless junkie to wealthy entrepeneur. Although he’s an effective and efficient businessman, marijuana is his business, so things are run a bit differently around here than at most companies. For example, resinous buds of exotic types of cannabis are strewn haphazardly about the room, as are large chunks of hash and bags filled with seeds.
Nevil is a displaced Australian of Dutch heritage, and has a quiet, understated sense of humor. He lives in relative seclusion on his estate, breeding marijuana, playing pool, watching video, waiting patiently for his many cannabis experiments to bear fruit. He has his doubts about the future of the marijuana business in the Netherlands, but these doubts are likely to disappear in a whiff of smoke whenever he samples a new, successful hybrid.
“In the beginning I was quite keen for people to come here and visit me, but I found it takes large amounts of my time.” he says. “I have to sit around and smoke with them. Now it has to be someone worthwhile, someone who has a large project in mind. Most American growers are looking for the same thing: strong, overpowering, two-toke indica with huge yields. My number one seller is Northern Lights.”
Last year Nevil supplied $500,000 worth of seeds to 15.000 American growers.
After the mail has been sorted and delivered to the in-house accountant, Nevil visits the basement to inspect his prize plants. The doors to four grow rooms are wide open, disclosing the blinding glare of dozens of sodium and halide lights. Powerful exhaust fans circulate the air, and the smell of cannabis is overpowering. Three of the rooms are devoted to young seedlings, while the largest contains 40 flowering females in their spectacular resinous glory.
It’s no secret than an explosion of indoor marijuana propagation has taken place in America: grow stores are sprouting across the nation and sodium and halide lights are selling faster than Christmas trees in December. The reason for this sudden interest in indoor growing is no secret either: for the past two years high-quality marijuana has been nearly impossible to find—unless, of course, one personally knows a grower. But any pot fanner will tell you good equipment does not guarantee a good harvest. The most important element, in fact, is good seeds. And until recently, good seeds have been as rare as a $15 lid of Colombian gold.
Thanks to Nevil, however, this sad situation has changed. Every day letters pour into his post office box, letters containing American dollars wrapped in carbon paper to avoid detection. The money is for seeds. Not ordinary pot seeds. but the best, most potent seeds on the market, seeds that will grow gargantuan buds dripping with resin, seeds that cost between $2 and $5 each.
Nevil’s seed factory has been in business for three years and it perfectly legal. The Dutch government views Nevil as a legitimate, tax-paying businessman. Seed merchants are held in esteem in Holland, and even though Nevil is something of a small fry by seed merchant standards, he is a protected national asset nonetheless. Last year his company supplied $500.000 worth of seeds to 15,000 American growers. If you smoked high-quality marijuana sometime in the last three years, chances are good the buds were grown with Nevil’s stock.
There is a big difference between growing marijuana and breeding for quality. The best-known example of the long-term effects of breeding are the cannabis indica plants that arrived in the United States in the '70s. For hundreds of years indica plants were bred by Afghani farmers for disease resistance, early flowering, large buds, and wide leaves. The strain was developed for hash production but it was also useful for American growers who had difficulty with sativa strains, most of which require longer growing cycles.
Ever since indica arrived in this country, breeders have been treating hybrids that take advantage of indica’s hardiness and sativa’s clear, bell-like high. The results of these experiments first appeared at secret harvest festivals in California, Oregon, and Washington. Then, in the early '80s, a legendary underground organization called the Sacred Seed Company began distributing these remarkable hybrids. Nevil’s company, The Seed Bank, sells many strains originally developed by the Sacred Seed Company, including the famed Skunk #1, Early Girl, and California Orange. In the past three years, however, some of the most mindblowing strains have come out of the Pacific Northwest area: Northern Lights, University, Big Bud, and Hash Plant are adequate proof that Seattle and Portland now hold the breeding crown. Needless to say, Nevil’s Seed Bank has obtained cuttings and seeds of all these varieties and will soon be offering them for sale. Who is Nevil and how did he come to found this amazing company? As usual, the truth is wilder than anything HIGH TIMES could invent.
THE MAKING OF A SEED MERCHANT
The man who would be King of Cannabis is the son of Dutch migrants who settled in Perth, Australia, in 1954. His father worked as an instructor for telephone technicians, while his mother became a counselor for unwed mothers. They were adventurous, hardworking Catholics, and they raised their six children strictly, sending them to Catholic schools.
“I wasn’t the most malleable child,” admits Nevil. “From an early age I had an aversion to authority. I was the first-born, and I saw myself as a sort of pathbreaker for the rest of the children.” Despite his rebellious nature, Nevil was intelligent enough to jump two years ahead of his peers, a leap that resulted in his being the smallest in class. “I got beat up a lot,” he admits. “A typical day would start with the teacher calling me up in front of the class to smell my breath. ‘Yep.’ she’d say, ‘You’ve been smoking.’ And I’d get six of the best straight away. And that was just to start the day! Usually a thing like that would put me into a bad mood, so the rest of the day wasn’t much good either. It worked out I got the strap 900 times in one year, the school record.”
Nevil was not your typical juvenile delinquent. At age seven, he began raising parakeets; two years later he joined the Parakeet Society of Western Australia. “My best friend across the road got some parakeets,” he explains. “and I got extremely jealous. After he started breeding I became quite adamant I’d do the same.”
He eventually became friends with one of Australia’s leading parakeet breeders, Bob Graham. “I learned an awful lot from him,” he says. “He was a quadriplegic and he was incredibly intelligent.” Nevil learned Mendel’s laws of breeding and began charting dominant, recessive, and intermediate traits for his birds (something he would later do with cannabis plants). “I bought some of Graham’s stock and got immediate results,” he says, “When you breed parakeets, you breed to an ideal. It’s like sculpting with genes.”
When he was 15, Nevil was sent to a state school and forced to repeat his third year of high school. Consequently, he caught up with his classmates in size. “I got into a few fight,” he says with a smile, “just to get back for all the times I’d been beaten up.”
Although discipline at the school was considered harsh, it proved a cakewalk after Catholic school. “The first time I was brought before the headmaster to be punished, he made me hold out my hand and he tapped it twice with a cane,” recalls Nevil. “I thought he was just aiming. I closed my eyes and waited for the real pain, but it never came. I was quite shocked. I thought. ‘Well, now I can do anything I want.’ I ignored the dress code and dressed how I pleased. That didn’t go over well and I managed to get kicked out within three months.” He also discovered marijuana.
To be continued…
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NEVIL’S FIRST HIGH
“I had an American friend who suggested we buy some,” he says. “I remember thinking, ‘Okay. I’m not scared’ We both pretended we’d done it before, when in fact, neither of us had. After scoring from someone at school, we went back to a shed outside his house. I volunteered to roll joints, even though I’d never done it before. There were three of us and I rolled three joints, one for each of us, hahaha. It seemed logical at the time, still does, actually, even though it was more normal to pass joints. But we didn’t know any better. It was Indonesian weed and we got extremely ripped. I really liked the sense of time distortion—everything happened so slowly.”
There was plenty of high-quality reefer going around Australia, and to insure a steady supply for himself, Nevil made the jump from smoker to dealer in a matter of weeks. Meanwhile, to satisfy his parents, he found a legitimate job. “As long as I couldn’t be the pope, my mother wanted me to be a doctor or a veterinarian.” he says. “My father didn’t see this as a possibility and just wanted me to get a job. Fortunately, I was offered work as a lab assistant at a local university, which was semiprofessional, eh? And I was working, so they were both satisfied.”
NeVil did well at the position. So well, in fact, that he was made acting head of the anatomy lab with responsibility for the operating room, animal room, and office. He was given the only set of keys to the drug cabinet and placed in charge of ordering drugs when supplies ran low. For someone interested in sampling illicit chemicals, it seemed like the perfect job.
“Having heard horror stories about cannabis and how horrible it was for you, I decided everyone in authority lied about drugs,” says Nevil. “I knew cannabis wasn’t harmful. I concluded the harmful effects of other drugs must be exaggerated as well. I started with barbituates. I knew many people used them for sleeping tablets. Eventually, I tried morphine. I was quite good at giving injections. There’s something very professional and doctorlike about giving yourself an injection. I had to inject rabbits and mice all the time, and if you can hit a vein in a rabbit’s ear, you can get any human vein. I veined the first time I tried. Morphine made me feel good. I had friends who were already addicted to heroin and they encouraged me. Soon, I had a bag filled with tablets, pills, and chemicals of all sorts from the lab.” Unfortunately for Nevil, this situation was not destined to last. Within a few months, he was arrested for drug possession. And it didn’t take long for the police to figure out where the drugs had come from.
The head of the anatomy department suggested Nevil be sent to a treatment center. His parents agreed and had their son committed to a university psychiatric ward for six weeks. “I wasn’t addicted at the time,” says Nevil. “I used far too large a variety of ingestibles to become addicted to any one thing. After I was released I had the option of working part-time at the University—to build up my position again. But. uh, I felt the stigma of being a known user. It was a bit unbearable. So I left and started hanging around with people who supplied smack. Even though I started shooting smack. I never sold it. I just sold weed.”
One day Nevil woke up with a terrific backache. His hips and the base of his spine hurt terribly. He went to a doctor and was given some pain pills, which proved useless. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong. Nevil went home and the pain still wouldn’t go away. “Then I realized, ‘Shit, I’m addicted,’” he says “It was quite a substantial shock even though) knew it had to come eventually.” He enrolled in a methadone program, which proved to be an extremely dehumanizing experience. “They made me beg for drugs.” he says “I didn’t like that. I was scoring weed in Melbourne and shipping it back in huge speakers, telling people I was in a band. I was making what seemed like a huge sum of money—$5,000 a week.”
Unfortunately, Nevil gave a free sample to a girl who was later arrested by the police. The girl identified Nevil as her supplier and a long court case ensued, one that eventually reached the Australian version of the Supreme Court. Throughout the trial, Nevil was enrolled in a methadone program and under psychiatric supervision. “I got the feeling things were coming to a head,” he says. “My drug problem seemed quite insurmountable and the case didn’t look promising. So I flew to Thailand.
To be continued… @Tetsuo
-SaveTheBrains
“I had an American friend who suggested we buy some,” he says. “I remember thinking, ‘Okay. I’m not scared’ We both pretended we’d done it before, when in fact, neither of us had. After scoring from someone at school, we went back to a shed outside his house. I volunteered to roll joints, even though I’d never done it before. There were three of us and I rolled three joints, one for each of us, hahaha. It seemed logical at the time, still does, actually, even though it was more normal to pass joints. But we didn’t know any better. It was Indonesian weed and we got extremely ripped. I really liked the sense of time distortion—everything happened so slowly.”
There was plenty of high-quality reefer going around Australia, and to insure a steady supply for himself, Nevil made the jump from smoker to dealer in a matter of weeks. Meanwhile, to satisfy his parents, he found a legitimate job. “As long as I couldn’t be the pope, my mother wanted me to be a doctor or a veterinarian.” he says. “My father didn’t see this as a possibility and just wanted me to get a job. Fortunately, I was offered work as a lab assistant at a local university, which was semiprofessional, eh? And I was working, so they were both satisfied.”
NeVil did well at the position. So well, in fact, that he was made acting head of the anatomy lab with responsibility for the operating room, animal room, and office. He was given the only set of keys to the drug cabinet and placed in charge of ordering drugs when supplies ran low. For someone interested in sampling illicit chemicals, it seemed like the perfect job.
“Having heard horror stories about cannabis and how horrible it was for you, I decided everyone in authority lied about drugs,” says Nevil. “I knew cannabis wasn’t harmful. I concluded the harmful effects of other drugs must be exaggerated as well. I started with barbituates. I knew many people used them for sleeping tablets. Eventually, I tried morphine. I was quite good at giving injections. There’s something very professional and doctorlike about giving yourself an injection. I had to inject rabbits and mice all the time, and if you can hit a vein in a rabbit’s ear, you can get any human vein. I veined the first time I tried. Morphine made me feel good. I had friends who were already addicted to heroin and they encouraged me. Soon, I had a bag filled with tablets, pills, and chemicals of all sorts from the lab.” Unfortunately for Nevil, this situation was not destined to last. Within a few months, he was arrested for drug possession. And it didn’t take long for the police to figure out where the drugs had come from.
The head of the anatomy department suggested Nevil be sent to a treatment center. His parents agreed and had their son committed to a university psychiatric ward for six weeks. “I wasn’t addicted at the time,” says Nevil. “I used far too large a variety of ingestibles to become addicted to any one thing. After I was released I had the option of working part-time at the University—to build up my position again. But. uh, I felt the stigma of being a known user. It was a bit unbearable. So I left and started hanging around with people who supplied smack. Even though I started shooting smack. I never sold it. I just sold weed.”
One day Nevil woke up with a terrific backache. His hips and the base of his spine hurt terribly. He went to a doctor and was given some pain pills, which proved useless. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong. Nevil went home and the pain still wouldn’t go away. “Then I realized, ‘Shit, I’m addicted,’” he says “It was quite a substantial shock even though) knew it had to come eventually.” He enrolled in a methadone program, which proved to be an extremely dehumanizing experience. “They made me beg for drugs.” he says “I didn’t like that. I was scoring weed in Melbourne and shipping it back in huge speakers, telling people I was in a band. I was making what seemed like a huge sum of money—$5,000 a week.”
Unfortunately, Nevil gave a free sample to a girl who was later arrested by the police. The girl identified Nevil as her supplier and a long court case ensued, one that eventually reached the Australian version of the Supreme Court. Throughout the trial, Nevil was enrolled in a methadone program and under psychiatric supervision. “I got the feeling things were coming to a head,” he says. “My drug problem seemed quite insurmountable and the case didn’t look promising. So I flew to Thailand.
To be continued… @Tetsuo
-SaveTheBrains
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From the same book Mate
by Steven Hager
Photographs by Jeff Vaughn is the continuation of the article you posted same book .
-SaveTheBrains