The only drugs we had in San Jose in the 60’s and 70’s (at least that I knew of) were weed, LSD, and amphetamine (speed). When I moved to L.A. in 1979, cocaine was everywhere. Every party I went to had mirrors with lines of coke floating around the room, like joints were in San Jose. I tried it a few times, and wondered what all the fuss was about. That was until one night, when I finally got enough of the stuff to really get off. It was so much fun that I decided right then and there to never do it again. Haven’t touched the stuff since.
Meanwhile, my sister (in Portland, Oregon) and my girlfriend’s sister and her husband (in.L.A.) got themselves addicted to heroin, the girlfriend’s sister and her husband doing a coupla stretches in prison for armed robbery. The husband died of an overdose (heroin laced with fentanyl) a few years ago, and the sister has been on all kinds of pills (including oxycodone) for years. My sister got clean, and remains so.
That longtime girlfriend of mine had been a productive, high-income (an assistant to a lawyer who represented big-time musical artists), level-headed kind of person, but in the first decade of the 2000’s got into weed on a deep level, and it completely changed her personality. That lead to our breakup in 2008, and her mental breakdown and firing resulted in her going on Social Security Disability, where she remains.
What a world!