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Remember White Cross?

I don’t know if White Cross still exists. I don’t know if I ever knew its pharmaceutical name. I know that when I could get it in high school it was ever so much fun.

I think I started smoking cigarettes when I was a senior in high school (I quit over 30 years ago). The reason I mention that is because when one takes White Cross, it is unbelievable the amount of cigarettes one can smoke. You only needed one match, because you would just light the next one from the one before. After being on White Cross for twenty-four hours, your voice sounded like Louis Armstrong.

White Cross was originally developed as a diet pill, and for that it worked as well. It completely killed your appetite and made the high school lunchroom a complete waste of time.

I was a skinny high school kid. I needed diet pills like Donald Trump needs tanning spray. But White Cross was fun. Now that I think about it, it may have been the precursor to cocaine; but who am I to compare.

It made me feel more alert; everything was funnier; I couldn’t stop talking. They called it “speed” for good reason. In class, I was always the first one to raise my hand. My answer never had anything to do with the question, and yet I felt like a genius. Rarely is the answer to any question asked by the teacher in English class, “5”.

I couldn’t stop talking. If I was with a friend, I would wait until his mouth would stop moving because I knew then that it was my turn to talk. It was his last chance. You didn’t want to witness two people on speed talking to each other. It was like being on a Tilt-A-Whirl at ultra-sonic speed.

I needed to smoke. I went to a school where smoking was not permitted; except there was this one tiny bathroom in the library building that you could lock from the inside, and that’s where all the smokers went. I spent a lot of time in there when I was doing speed. When I left that room, I didn’t only smell like smoke, but my body was actually emitting smoke.

Those were good times. I will never understand the attraction of doing speed, but for some reason, those were good times.

And then there were other fun near-death experiences.

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