I must say, i might be in the minority here, but I do not like Cocaine.
Ive tried it in all forms. Ive had bad stuff and Ive had "fishscale" etc. The only thing that hooks me is if I inject it or smoke it.
There is nothing subjectively "good" about taking a hit of Crack for me, ditto for injection. There is a 20-30 second feeling of overwhelming physical euphoria, but in my mind i do not feel "good"
It is that 30 seconds of great euphoria followed by rapidly dropping levels that make cravings take over the experience anyway.
Then youre just tense, anxious, craving another hit. Your mind immediately turns to "how much more do I have" and the effects of the Cocaine have you concerned about running out of Cocaine while you're still high and still have Cocaine.
The last few hits just suck as you know they are the last ones. Your paranoia and anxiety mean you can't actually "enjoy" them.
Then you scrape your pipe and collect resin to smoke. Then you scrape your pipe again.
Once the pipe is clean, then its time to look for all of the crack you probably dropped by accident im the shag carpet. Your mind plays a picture of you furiously, carelessly handling the drugs, soothing yourself with the notion that there must be crack in that carpet.
And what luck? There is crack literally everywhere in this carpet. A rock here, a rock there, you cant believe there could be so much crack just sitting on your floor, waiting.
You put it in your pipe following 3-4 hours of scouring your floor for every piece or debris other than crack that you could find.
You pack your carpet lint, rock salt from your boots, random pieces of plastic and inhale. Its only then that you have finally come down enough to regain the common sense that there is no crack in your carpet.
You then cry about how you spent your entire biweekly paycheck on crack AGAIN. You're disappointed in yourself. Last time, you swore you would never carpet surf again, that practice is for real crack heads not me, you told yourself.
You then suddenly realize you've been doing the same exact thing, every time for the past 30 years. You've never learned your lesson though. Just like scraping the pipe, spending hours finding garbage to smoke in your carpet is just part of your daily life.
...like I said. I have some good friends who relapsed recently. To see how far they have fallen in a single year is just devastating. No money, no dignity, no love. What a fucking way to live.
I will never judge. I will always connect peopke with the information they need. Regarding Crack though, i have to tell anyone who is thinking of trying it, dont. There is a cornucopia of cool substances out there. One hit is all it takes.
Ive seen PTA mothers with husbands and kids, try Crack for the first time at ~40 only to abandon their family and be pimped out by their crack dealer within months (true story).
Crack is less a "psychoacrive journey" than it is a physical and spiritual raping.
Ive tried it in all forms. Ive had bad stuff and Ive had "fishscale" etc. The only thing that hooks me is if I inject it or smoke it.
There is nothing subjectively "good" about taking a hit of Crack for me, ditto for injection. There is a 20-30 second feeling of overwhelming physical euphoria, but in my mind i do not feel "good"
It is that 30 seconds of great euphoria followed by rapidly dropping levels that make cravings take over the experience anyway.
Then youre just tense, anxious, craving another hit. Your mind immediately turns to "how much more do I have" and the effects of the Cocaine have you concerned about running out of Cocaine while you're still high and still have Cocaine.
The last few hits just suck as you know they are the last ones. Your paranoia and anxiety mean you can't actually "enjoy" them.
Then you scrape your pipe and collect resin to smoke. Then you scrape your pipe again.
Once the pipe is clean, then its time to look for all of the crack you probably dropped by accident im the shag carpet. Your mind plays a picture of you furiously, carelessly handling the drugs, soothing yourself with the notion that there must be crack in that carpet.
And what luck? There is crack literally everywhere in this carpet. A rock here, a rock there, you cant believe there could be so much crack just sitting on your floor, waiting.
You put it in your pipe following 3-4 hours of scouring your floor for every piece or debris other than crack that you could find.
You pack your carpet lint, rock salt from your boots, random pieces of plastic and inhale. Its only then that you have finally come down enough to regain the common sense that there is no crack in your carpet.
You then cry about how you spent your entire biweekly paycheck on crack AGAIN. You're disappointed in yourself. Last time, you swore you would never carpet surf again, that practice is for real crack heads not me, you told yourself.
You then suddenly realize you've been doing the same exact thing, every time for the past 30 years. You've never learned your lesson though. Just like scraping the pipe, spending hours finding garbage to smoke in your carpet is just part of your daily life.
...like I said. I have some good friends who relapsed recently. To see how far they have fallen in a single year is just devastating. No money, no dignity, no love. What a fucking way to live.
I will never judge. I will always connect peopke with the information they need. Regarding Crack though, i have to tell anyone who is thinking of trying it, dont. There is a cornucopia of cool substances out there. One hit is all it takes.
Ive seen PTA mothers with husbands and kids, try Crack for the first time at ~40 only to abandon their family and be pimped out by their crack dealer within months (true story).
Crack is less a "psychoacrive journey" than it is a physical and spiritual raping.
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