Two-part series. Second part will be focused on his health ailments. Before starting abusing drugs in 1971, he mostly took medication to treat his known ailments,
even though it is also known he was already using prescription drugs
like Darvon for migraines. Even then, he often took more than the
recommended dosage.
His known medication before 1971 was Insulin for his diabetes (diagnosed in 1954, along with high blood pressure), and Nitroglycerin for his heart.
Sometime around 1971, he started to heavily abuse drugs like Amphetamines, Quaaludes, and later liquid Valium and Morphine, Pentorbarbital, Percodan, Oxycodone, …That same year he also started wearing sunglasses at times, his drugs use being one of the reasons.
He often mixed his pills with alcohol, generally Vodka, Whiskey or Cognac, an habit he kept up until the end in Jonestown.
There
are reports he was using cocaine and heroin at some point, but there
are no other details about it, beside the testimony of Neva Sly Hargrave
and Tim Carter (who mentioned only Heroin).
The drug he certainly abused the most though was Amphetamines (not to be confused with Methamphetamine).
He took it to stay awake, often working 20-hour days or even more, and
get up in the morning. His known paranoia was then fueled even more by
the drug intake. People in the congregation had no idea of his addiction
and the majority thought the short and long time side effects of the
drug were due to some chronic illness. Among the side effects he
experienced : quicker reaction time, feeling of energy, chronic trouble
sleeping, dry mouth, headache, hostility, severe anxiety, increased
heart rate, hypertension, paranoia, violent behavior, convulsions, loss
of coordination, obsessive behavior.
A side effect he did not seem
to experience with Amphetamine abuse was loss of appetite. Amphetamines
can be used as appetite suppressants and in diet pills, but he often
talked about food and how he had to try to resist it. In 1972 he made a
few references to fasting to lose some weight quickly, and in 1974, he
said he can get into a “food problem” because it keeps his mind from
thinking. Food was mentioned by Stephan as another addiction for his
father, just like drugs.
Quaaludes and Pentorbarbital
were used to sleep at night. If he doubled the dosage of Amphetamine, he
actually tripled the recommended dosage to sleep. At high doses
Pentorbarbital can cause mental confusion, irritability, paranoid or
suicidal ideation and impair judgment, and coordination.
Once in Jonestown he relied more and more on Valium for his anxiety. In February 1978, he was prescribed antibiotics for his cough (which later resulted in a lung infection),Terramycin, Erythromycin and Ampicillin.
As with all medications, he also abused them, and natural defenses can
be affected by their excessive use. Around September 1978, he started
using Elavil and Placidyl for depression, both by injection.
At
the time of his death, a lethal dose of Pentorbarbital was found in his
body as shown in the toxicology report from his autopsy: The Cult That Died by George Klineman:
Jim
occasionally suffered a condition speed freak call being “over amped.”
Sounds would be exaggerated; a car’s horn was enough to drive him up the
walls. He would get wild-eyes and threaten to attack people who annoyed
him, but guards always held him back before he did any harm. One time
at the Temple in Los Angeles, Jim Jones had taken a bunch of pills — he
selected them by color — and the locomotive inside him had built up such
a head of steam, the boiler was ready to explode. He had to walk off
all that energy. Jones and others walked out a side door on to South
Alvarado Street. Father was rushing and everyone in his group had to
walk faster than normal, to keep up with him. Suddenly he stopped. He
turned around and push the guards away. “Are you alright, Father?” “Did you hear that?” ”Hear what?” “Did you hear the baby frog croaking?”
Raven by Tim Reiterman :
“Marceline
became concerned about this new source of friction and psychological
problems. It came to a head once when she grabbed the stash from his
medicine chest and, while Jones struggled with her, flushed his drugs
down the toilet.”
Jim Jones Jr. :
“Once
after I went to Georgetown I had to come back with somebody from the
Guyanese government who wanted to do an inspection [of Jonestown], and
also talk to Jim. We get there, and no Jim. I go to his cottage, and
he’s lying there passed out from drugs. So here I am, dragging my father
into the shower and standing in there with him, trying to get him in
shape to go out and talk to the guest.”
Two years in the making, Ben John Smith's second hard cover collection of poetry, and predecessor to Air a Boire, is finally here, and ready to be flogged! Featuring the extremely brilliant composition work and inlay design of German trash artist THS (www.ths.nu).
My horrible typos and silly word slinging has been painstakingly edited by my good friend and fellow writer for HST, Ian Shearer; with special thanks to Mike Daily for being such a dude. This is not the collection of artists featured in HST over the past few months, this is a book i started long before the HST was even thought about.
108 pages; 6" x 9", jacket-hardcover binding, cream interior paper (50# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink. Jacket Wrap and gold embossing on cloth spine.
While i have tried to keep the price as absolutely low as possible (I'm making about 1 dollar from each book) i know it's still scrapped in a little steep but with out pissing in my pocket - it really is worth the money spent, not only for my poetry but for the entire feel and complete package only a hard cover like this can embody.
Obviously for adults only, i am very pleased to send this sucker out into the world and hope for a wide reception of feedback in any form, from any one! Please DO NOT buy this book if you are easily offended, have any shred of respect for me at all, don't want to hear stories about my penis, fear you may be exposed in one of these poems, are a family member of mine of D'Arnes,if you drink soy latte's or enjoy poetry about flowers and rivers. Any one else, please check it out with a grain of salt and a giggle and i thank you in advance for your support and on going communication.
Lets all get pissed and say silly things!
Double Peneteration
Double Penetration is Horror Sleaze And Trash's first publication; featuring the poetry of Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith. A collection of 70 off-beat and low brow poems you imagine the pair to come up with in this mix of madness. 10 Aussie bucks will get this sucker to your door. A5 in size, about 80 pages, soft card cover with black and white insides. Buy it now, or don't, and wish you hadda, 25 limited copies. Great gift idea for your Grandmothers!
Drunk at the matinee
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
(ill put a better review up as soon as some one reads the fucking thing; and then lets me know that its a steaming heap of shit)
Sold out until further notice
I fucking love you, Bitch.
"I fucking love you, Bitch" is my new
card cover chap book, 25 pages, color cover
and b/w insides. Poetry based on the duality
of the sexes - but mainly filth and stories
that made my girl laugh.
Five bucks which will pay for shipping
and printing costs. Or free if ya send me a
cool letter.
"Mate, your off your tits." is my weekly spot on alternative reel. featuring dumb shit by a dumb cunt, doing dumb shit, you feel that?
Check the motherfucker out . com
GIANT.
Date: 2009
Details: Gluebook, 21 x 25,5 x 2 cm, mixed media (adhesive tape, spray paint, oil/color sticks, acrylic, paper, color and black&white prints on kid’s book), 24 pages, handmade, signed, unique piece
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