I'm not sure how to spell paraphernalia, but I remember when Bucky's younger brother Brad had been going through his desk and announced to all of us, including his parents, that "Bucky has an LSD pipe!"
At that point I'd smoked a few supposed doobies (bought already rolled from some shady guy in the Burger King on 87th street), but I hadn't seen a pipe yet (or a 'bowl' as we liked to call it in the '70s). Nonetheless, I'm sure that whatever little Brad had found rummaging around was a pot pipe. I'm pretty sure you don't smoke LSD. Also, this was too early for crack and stuff like that.
Sadly, Bucky went off the deep end. As with a lot of the kids in my 8th grade class of 1978, he didn't make it two years through his exclusive private high school before being kicked out and starting onto his downward spiral.
Years later I ran into him on the street and his stutter was a lot worse. He seemed pretty spaced out. Could have been he was wasted at the time or that all those pipes of LSD had had a permanent effect.