Crack is whack and while I empathise with anyone struggling with its use, I am one of the few who have no excuse for using it as regularly as I do. Being a moron does not get me off the hook as regardless of any claims I may have made along these lines, I can only aspire towards being moronic as they, through no fault of their own, are limited by their intellect.
I am nothing more than a greedy arrogant cunt, having mistaken my accelerated intellectual and professional development from childhood to my mid 20's as being actually clever. Even after I started to recover from the Dunning - Kruger effect that must still afflict me on some level, I continued to reassure myself that I was of, heroin addiction notwithstanding, still relatively good character due to my inability to wish or cause harm, deliberately cause offense or support my habit through acquisitive crime. All this proves in reality is that I am harmless, which is different to being good.
After I first developed a habit a would not touch crack with a bargepole. I already considered cocaine a waste of money, buying it only for special occasions such as when staying with friends in Barca or Crete, or Christmas.
About 18 months into my OG habit, I found a stone that had been 'accidentally' included as an extra item after one shopping trip. While I still do not buy much of it, with no access to real stimulants any more (speed and ees) I now more often than not still get two stones when buying heroin. The only thing stopping me is knowing that I will always want one more, no matter how many I get. Therefore I generally get two, as one is never enough making use of the spare, after which I hit the downers to be done with it.