"Oxi" is the fastest growing drug in Brazil, and is said to be more addictive than crack:
Mark Kilroy was a UT student in Mexico on Spring Break.
I, was 26, depressed after not getting a job in the semiconductor industry at Dupont Photomask in Round Rock (it's now Taippan Photomask).
I was single. I was drinking (getting MORE depressed), at a female friend's house.
She asked me if I'd ever smoked weed. I said no. "No? Well, we've got to change that!"
She left her apartment and came back with a nickel bag. I'd seen them before in the hood. My whole life, I'd avoided smoking weed. I'd smell it on the bus and get a "contact": red eyes from second-hand smoke (and, probably a little high too).
I proudly argued with the guy from the Air Force Defense Investigative Service (DIS), checking the backgrounds of my class at Keesler Air Force Base: he said, "you're the only black officer in your class and the only one that has stated emphatically that you've never done drugs. WHY should I believe you?"
I replied: "Because the only times I saw white people like YOU in my neighborhood was to buy drugs at Po' Charlie's!" (Po' Charlie was the drug kingpin in my neighborhood. He, along with Frank Lucas (yeah, American Gangster, though Frank in real life NEVER looked like Denzel) ran drugs as far north as Maine and south as Florida.) He said the usual investigation was to ask 5 of my neighbors; I challenged him to look for 10, and ask them all if they'd seen me smoke weed. If he could find ONE, the Air Force could refuse to approve my Top Secret clearance and kick me OUT. Didn't happen...
My friend rolled the joint - she was obviously a pro. I was buzzed, depressed and willing to try for the first time in my life.
"Hold your breath!" she commanded. I coughed. I gagged. I took exactly two tokes of the joint. I was done. My friend smoked; I didn't. Therefore, someone that could smoke cigarettes could probably smoke weed, I reasoned. I left her apartment and went back to mine. It was Friday night/Saturday morning...
The Austin American Statesman carried the story of Mark Kilroy and his bizarre murder on blast on the front page. I had a subscription and it was on my front doorstep: He'd been sacrificed to Satan to make his captors "invisible" to the authorities.
A voice in my apartment stated to me: "YOU killed him." It frightened me. I now know it was the Holy Spirit.
The kingdom of darkness does NOT take up tithes and offerings, or sell chicken dinners!
We were made in the image of God (Genesis 1:27). Satan hates us because we "will judge angels" (1 Corinthians 6:3). He is a fallen archangel (Isaiah 14:13-14). Therefore, saved, unsaved, believing/atheist: we are ALL targets for extinction. He'll either rig the jury (get more outside of the Will of God/on his side), or exterminate the jury!
Every person that participates in the drug culture - even casually - are the catalysts for horrible acts. The Mexican Drug Wars are a good example. There wouldn't be any turf wars if there were no demand here in the US. It's simple supply and demand economics...and the "wages (payment) of sin is death. But the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." (Romans 6:23)
Pontius Pilate tried to wash his hands, symbolic of washing his hands of Jesus' innocent blood (Matthew 27:24). It didn't excuse him; just because it was my "first and only time," it didn't excuse me. When I pledged my college fraternity, my Dean of Pledgees gave me something I'll never forget: "excuses don't excuse: they just explain."
2 links below:
Brownville Herald: Matamoros Murder of Mark Kilroy
Hollywood Unmasked: The Matamoros Murders
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