On the crack...I did it ONCE, and I didn't want to.
I was under the impression that I was taking this guy (that I had just met at a friend's house) to go get some coke.
He goes in, comes back out with a meth pipe with the globe broke off of it and it was charred as a mother fucker. He loaded up his 20 rock, passed it to the chick in the back (I forgot to mention his whore who weighed 350 lbs. (and that's being nice and giving her the benefit of the doubt; I don't see how with the addiction and all)), then it got passed to me. I, never even been around meth before, only rolled MAYBE 3 times, and done coke once, took it, and tried to hit it like a weed pipe (I wasn't gonna refuse it; I had heard if you're ever offered that, you better hit it to avoid accusation, and he was armed), he was like "NO, NO, NO, STOP!" He then proceeded to roll the pipe for me while I lit it. I got one hit out of it, and it tasted and smelt like burning plastic; it was fucking nasty. I had a foggy feeling come over me; it was as if my IQ had suddenly fell 10 points. This was all I felt. I'm not gonna go into the rest of the story. Basically, it ended up with me dropping them off at one of the crack hotels on the part of Hgw 80 where most of the prostitution occurs, him asking me "You're gonna come back for more, right?", me saying, "Ya man, it was good," in as believable tone as possible, and me driving off. Was not a pleasant experience at all.
I was under the impression that I was taking this guy (that I had just met at a friend's house) to go get some coke.
He goes in, comes back out with a meth pipe with the globe broke off of it and it was charred as a mother fucker. He loaded up his 20 rock, passed it to the chick in the back (I forgot to mention his whore who weighed 350 lbs. (and that's being nice and giving her the benefit of the doubt; I don't see how with the addiction and all)), then it got passed to me. I, never even been around meth before, only rolled MAYBE 3 times, and done coke once, took it, and tried to hit it like a weed pipe (I wasn't gonna refuse it; I had heard if you're ever offered that, you better hit it to avoid accusation, and he was armed), he was like "NO, NO, NO, STOP!" He then proceeded to roll the pipe for me while I lit it. I got one hit out of it, and it tasted and smelt like burning plastic; it was fucking nasty. I had a foggy feeling come over me; it was as if my IQ had suddenly fell 10 points. This was all I felt. I'm not gonna go into the rest of the story. Basically, it ended up with me dropping them off at one of the crack hotels on the part of Hgw 80 where most of the prostitution occurs, him asking me "You're gonna come back for more, right?", me saying, "Ya man, it was good," in as believable tone as possible, and me driving off. Was not a pleasant experience at all.
