Growing up in Millburn-Shorthills was great. It meant wealthy friends with big houses that were party central when parents went to the beach or the mountains for the weekend. Pot, LSD, ups, downs and more pot kept everyone stoned. I blurred through adolescence with the rest of my friends, tripping in the woods at the South Mountain Reservation or tripping in the halls of Millburn Senior High School, it was all the same to me.
I remember when Steve robbed the local drug store and dropped 1000s of pharmaceutical ups and downs in my living room. I loved the Tuinals, the Seconals and Nembutals. Qualludes were popular too. All were in the three for a dollar range. Cheap and high quality. The pot came from everywhere, far away countries we only dreamed about and small towns in the middle of Ohio. The LSD was the best, with interesting names and great quality highs, no gritting your teeth from additives. Blue Cheer, Pink Flats, Purple Microdot, Blotter Acid, Orange Sunshine, it all passed through Millburn-Shorthills in the 60s and 70s. Rich kids always get the best dope.
MarySue McGlynn didn't put out, Julie Kaupp did. Carol Varder gave blow jobs for a joint and Beth Westman didn't. Ruth and Tom had been together for 3 years and Patty Bohr had been with the entire high school class in the same three years. Everyone kept track of who slept with whom but in the end it didn't really matter to anyone, we all slept with each other. This was 1970. AIDS hadn't reared its ugly head yet. Casual sex was safe, relatively safe anyway. That's what we did each summer through high school, drugs and girls, girls and drugs.