GloomyElk
Bluelighter
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- Jun 14, 2019
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This comment honestly made me laugh as hard as I have in a while. And it is so absolutely on the money! There would always be at least a small voice in my head asking me why I was on my hands and knees on the carpet looking for lost pieces, when I knew full well that I had treated the pieces like precious gems.It was always so stupid since I treated crack like it was precious & fragile and took the utmost care to not spill a single shred of it, yet when I was out I'd spend long periods of time combing through the carpet as if I'd been throwing the shit all over the place.
There actually came a time when I started to almost purposely get more reckless with my loading techniques, so that I somewhat assured myself of finding some lost pieces at the end of the run. This was all fine and dandy until I started to also collect the aforementioned paint chips, etc., right along with it in my haste/excitement to have one last hit. So even though I would find some legit remnants, the buzz was totally ruined by the harsh smoke and taste that would come from puffing down a piece of drywall with it. Pathetic, but it was one of the strange quirks I found myself doing.