Nauzeenate
Bluelighter
Coke - 1st Time - B comes through again....
This is something that happened quite awhile ago,but the story coincides well with what's going on with me right now,so I feel in the mood to bust out this old gem...
This one began,discreetly at school...I was walking outside to my next class,enjoying the radiant weather,and pleasantly cool breeze,when I heard a loud shuffling coming my way...It sounded familiar,only one person I knew walked like that,and he must have been excited about something because he was moving fast...His hand gripped my shoulder,and I spun slightly to see who it was...My friend B was standing to the side of me now,smiling like a jackass,with his eyes almost bugging out of his head...His first words were...
"Your comin' with me tonight"
I glanced over trepadaciously...
"Oh,am I?"
"Yeah,just trust me dude.Trust me.I gotta go.Just remember,tonight your comin with me."
B took off in a hurry in some other direction,and I was left in a cloud of confusion,like usual when dealing with him...I saluted him as he walked away and said "Sir,yes,sir",then kept on walking...
He called me later on that night with a slight bit more elaboration...I didn't question him much on his discreetness,because it usually turns out in my favorite...The last few times it had happened,I had either got super smoked out,trashed,or was given a hit or two of acid,so I didn't mind too much,going along with his paranoid ordeal...He told me he was coming over with something reeeeeally special,and that if I left he'd shoot me...I was just hanging out with a few friends at the time,and told him fine and to come over before we picked up camp and headed down the Trail of Tears because we were bored...He commented a quick "fuck you" and then told me not to move until he got there...
I didn't know what the hell was going on at all,but that was fine...B was on his way with something good,so the night was probably going to turn out in our favor...
When he got there,he was more than a little jumpy...He was almost having a seizure he was shaking so bad...I had seen this kind of activity before from him,when he had gone on a meth binge for a few days,so I figured that must have been his "secret"...Immediatlely I began to lose interest,because of my blatant refusal to touch crystal,and asked him right when he got there,what he had in mind for the night...He smirked,and nodded down at his pocket...I looked down,and he had quite a large cornerbaggie filled with a fine white powder...
"Little bit of cocaine brighten up your night?"He muttered under his breath.
I nodded my head yes,a smile spreading all over my face,as I realized what was going on...
"Me,you,and A are going to Bills house tonight,got it.We're leaving in like a half an hour,so don't make plans."He instructed,in his standard,listen-to-me-very-carefully tone of voice.I nodded again,and so did he.
We ended up at Bills house(he had hooked B up and so B decided to come over and share a little bit)close to an hour later,getting stuck in an ensuing rainstorm,that added to the weird way things felt that night...I had never done coke before,and neither had B,or A,so this was a learning experience for all of us...B,A,and I had been hanging out pretty exclusively for awhile,as we ventured into the drug world,trying new drugs together,getting stoned every weekend together,and had created a bond that made everything seem cool that night...It's always good to have a few friends there when your trying something new,and since I knew Bill pretty well as well,all was peachy...
The whole experience leading up to the moment I first insufflated seemed so cool...It was just out of the movies...Well sort of...We were all sitting around a kitchen table,everybody with their own little piece,breaking it up with razors,and knives and whatever we could find,careful not to breath too hard or sneeze...I had wanted to do it for awhile,but never had the resources,or the real drive to do it...When it was forced under my nose so to speak,I was more than happy...I had snorted alot of things before(ritalin,welbutrin,kittie,ultram,and a few others)so that part wasn't new...Just the sheer overpowering element that we had COCAINE right there in front of us,made us all but Bill ecstatic...
The first line was the kicker...It just felt right...Every other thing I'd put up my nose,seemed worthless now...i'd discovered it's ancestor...We wasted no time with rationing anything out,we just started busting out lines all over the place after that...Bill had his own stash,plus our gram and a half(it had to have actually been over 2 though looking back),so we just kept going until it seemed like we should be done...After 10 or so lines each,we all decided to go outside on Bills deck,and smoke a cigarette,and a few hitters...
B was really wired now...He couldn't sit still,and kept pacing out into the rain without noticing it...I could slightly feel it coming on somewhere in my body,but at the time,was only a feeling a slight film of euphoria hanging off my aura...It didn't seem like anything that great,just minimal feelings of well-being,and a little buzz...A cigarette,and a few hitters did me well though,and after a few minutes,everything started coming together...I was sitting down,and my leg started spasming,up and down,and my vision seemed to get more focused...The rain was coming down right in front of us,just slightly missing us,and I started seeing it in groups of raindrops,falling at the same time,instead of sporatic...My whole body got a strange electric buzz,and I wanted to stand suddenly,but thought that didn't seem "copasetic"...
When we got up to go inside,we traveled to Bills room,filled with great posters,and black lights...Bill and I immediately picked up guitars,and started jamming on something that I completely forgot the next day,and didn't stop until we both knew it was right...There was like some kind of weird bond that had linked our musical minds together for a few minutes,and then disappeared once the song was over...I was overwhelmed by how good it sounded,and sat down to let Bill fuck around by himself for awhile...I let myself bask in the purple light emitting everywhere,and just smiled uncontrollably...B was trying to talk to me the whole time,but I couldn't understand a word he was saying,he was talking to so fast..I eventually just laughed uncontrollably after about a 3 or 4 minute rant on something I didn't follow at all...This shit was great...
A took off soon after,and then we got down to our next goal...B began calling people left and right to get some alcohol,before finally flipping out after no results,and tossing the phone down...Bill looked over laughing,and grabbed the phone,making one short call,and getting what we needed...B made some excuse for why he should have gotten some,then informed us that we had to go out and get it for some reason I can't remember...We agreed,forgetting right when we got into the car,why we were going out and doing it...That was forgotten soon,as we mused ourselves with a parody of a Drowning Pool song we retitled because of the pounding rain,"Let the bodies hit Bills roof"...This made us laugh for some reason,and we grinned the whole way to the persons house...
When we got there it was a short trip over to the liquor store,and then we were ready to go again...My friend B,who was not much of a drinker,didn't seem to understand that 1 fortie for each of us wasn't gonna do very much,but since he was paying I didn't say anything...We still had plenty of blow,so fuck it...We parted ways with Bill,then went back to B's house to dive into the coke,and slug down the brewskies...
Now,if you know B,you know that he fucks things up sometimes...Actually most of the time...He was so paranoid of every element of any situation,which I'm the exact opposite of...This worked out well for us this time...We figured since there was no light in the living room,there were no parents up to interfere with us bringing in the clanking bottles of alcohol...I was put in charge of that task,and as we crept into the house,past our designated time,everything looked good...That is until we heard an angry call from B's mom from the kitchen...B turned and looked at me like he just found out he had cancer,then motioned for me to run downstairs...I began heading that way,and forgot that from the kitchen table,the downstairs door can be seen perfectly...I looked right at his mom,with the brown bag in my hand,two bulges the perfect size for forties,and calmly nodded and walked down the stairs...I figured if we were fucked we were fucked so why not be courteous right?...
I got downstairs and stashed the forties right away...I grabbed two boxing gloves and sat them down inside the bag,looking nothing like what we had in before,and awaited B to try and talk us out of the peril...He was good at talking with his mom,the coke having something to do with it,and he came back down wiping his brow,plopping down on the couch,and sighing deep from his chest...
"So I guess we lived?"I asked.
"Yeah,I told here we were late because we went to McDonalds."He replied.Good save.
After that near collapse in our plans,we busted out the white stuff...B made sure to grab a plaque that was dedicated to his mom for her wonderful realting tasks,and starting busting out line after line...We kept going and going until we were out,about a whole gram later...B was wayyyyy gone,but I on the other hand,was hardly feeling a thing...I didn't understand...I had gotten something before,but it was like prolonged us,stripped me of that...I was pissed slightly,but then remembered we had that golden savior...King Cobra(yech)...
I let B know that I didn't think we had gotten enough alcohol to last us through the night,and he informed me of the reserves...A 20oz bottle almost perfect mix of Vodka,Mikes hard lemonade,and Sour Apple Puckers...Besides that,there was always the excess bottle of Vodka his parents kept around for the holidays,which could be watered down and replaced without anyone ever noticing...I hated vodka,so this kind of disappointed me...So to get the most of my night,B coaxed me into chugging the entire fortie...As far as we had known,nobody had been able to fully chug one,and everyone who had tried had ended up quite tipsy,so I figured maybe that would get my buzz going...
I didn't think about it,because that usually spoils the whole experience,and just tipped the fucker back,and chugged...I had been known for my uncanny ability to consume alot of alcohol and have it stay down,so I figured I could handle it fine...It took about 30 seconds or so,but eventually it was all gone,and I had the worst case of nausea ever...I layed back on the couch,dropped the bottle,and let myself slowly come back to reality...Damn...I was drunk already...
Everything went downhill from here...I found the 20oz of mixed shit,and downed that in a matter of minutes...From there,B decided he couldn't drink the rest of his fortie(a half),and so that became mine...When that was gone,I attacked the vodka...The last thing I remember is walking around his basement,singing Soulfly tunes,and swigging the vodka every so often...After about half the bottle,I blacked out...Can't remember a damn thing that happened afterward...B doesn't remember much either,except that eventually I puked everywhere outside,and fell asleep ontop of a drier...
Well that pretty much wraps it up...Ever since then,I've tried to recapture how I first felt doing coke,but haven't been able to get it...Coke doesn't do shit for me...Works well with alcohol though...
Thanks for reading....Hope this is semi-interesting...
This is something that happened quite awhile ago,but the story coincides well with what's going on with me right now,so I feel in the mood to bust out this old gem...
This one began,discreetly at school...I was walking outside to my next class,enjoying the radiant weather,and pleasantly cool breeze,when I heard a loud shuffling coming my way...It sounded familiar,only one person I knew walked like that,and he must have been excited about something because he was moving fast...His hand gripped my shoulder,and I spun slightly to see who it was...My friend B was standing to the side of me now,smiling like a jackass,with his eyes almost bugging out of his head...His first words were...
"Your comin' with me tonight"
I glanced over trepadaciously...
"Oh,am I?"
"Yeah,just trust me dude.Trust me.I gotta go.Just remember,tonight your comin with me."
B took off in a hurry in some other direction,and I was left in a cloud of confusion,like usual when dealing with him...I saluted him as he walked away and said "Sir,yes,sir",then kept on walking...
He called me later on that night with a slight bit more elaboration...I didn't question him much on his discreetness,because it usually turns out in my favorite...The last few times it had happened,I had either got super smoked out,trashed,or was given a hit or two of acid,so I didn't mind too much,going along with his paranoid ordeal...He told me he was coming over with something reeeeeally special,and that if I left he'd shoot me...I was just hanging out with a few friends at the time,and told him fine and to come over before we picked up camp and headed down the Trail of Tears because we were bored...He commented a quick "fuck you" and then told me not to move until he got there...
I didn't know what the hell was going on at all,but that was fine...B was on his way with something good,so the night was probably going to turn out in our favor...
When he got there,he was more than a little jumpy...He was almost having a seizure he was shaking so bad...I had seen this kind of activity before from him,when he had gone on a meth binge for a few days,so I figured that must have been his "secret"...Immediatlely I began to lose interest,because of my blatant refusal to touch crystal,and asked him right when he got there,what he had in mind for the night...He smirked,and nodded down at his pocket...I looked down,and he had quite a large cornerbaggie filled with a fine white powder...
"Little bit of cocaine brighten up your night?"He muttered under his breath.
I nodded my head yes,a smile spreading all over my face,as I realized what was going on...
"Me,you,and A are going to Bills house tonight,got it.We're leaving in like a half an hour,so don't make plans."He instructed,in his standard,listen-to-me-very-carefully tone of voice.I nodded again,and so did he.
We ended up at Bills house(he had hooked B up and so B decided to come over and share a little bit)close to an hour later,getting stuck in an ensuing rainstorm,that added to the weird way things felt that night...I had never done coke before,and neither had B,or A,so this was a learning experience for all of us...B,A,and I had been hanging out pretty exclusively for awhile,as we ventured into the drug world,trying new drugs together,getting stoned every weekend together,and had created a bond that made everything seem cool that night...It's always good to have a few friends there when your trying something new,and since I knew Bill pretty well as well,all was peachy...
The whole experience leading up to the moment I first insufflated seemed so cool...It was just out of the movies...Well sort of...We were all sitting around a kitchen table,everybody with their own little piece,breaking it up with razors,and knives and whatever we could find,careful not to breath too hard or sneeze...I had wanted to do it for awhile,but never had the resources,or the real drive to do it...When it was forced under my nose so to speak,I was more than happy...I had snorted alot of things before(ritalin,welbutrin,kittie,ultram,and a few others)so that part wasn't new...Just the sheer overpowering element that we had COCAINE right there in front of us,made us all but Bill ecstatic...
The first line was the kicker...It just felt right...Every other thing I'd put up my nose,seemed worthless now...i'd discovered it's ancestor...We wasted no time with rationing anything out,we just started busting out lines all over the place after that...Bill had his own stash,plus our gram and a half(it had to have actually been over 2 though looking back),so we just kept going until it seemed like we should be done...After 10 or so lines each,we all decided to go outside on Bills deck,and smoke a cigarette,and a few hitters...
B was really wired now...He couldn't sit still,and kept pacing out into the rain without noticing it...I could slightly feel it coming on somewhere in my body,but at the time,was only a feeling a slight film of euphoria hanging off my aura...It didn't seem like anything that great,just minimal feelings of well-being,and a little buzz...A cigarette,and a few hitters did me well though,and after a few minutes,everything started coming together...I was sitting down,and my leg started spasming,up and down,and my vision seemed to get more focused...The rain was coming down right in front of us,just slightly missing us,and I started seeing it in groups of raindrops,falling at the same time,instead of sporatic...My whole body got a strange electric buzz,and I wanted to stand suddenly,but thought that didn't seem "copasetic"...
When we got up to go inside,we traveled to Bills room,filled with great posters,and black lights...Bill and I immediately picked up guitars,and started jamming on something that I completely forgot the next day,and didn't stop until we both knew it was right...There was like some kind of weird bond that had linked our musical minds together for a few minutes,and then disappeared once the song was over...I was overwhelmed by how good it sounded,and sat down to let Bill fuck around by himself for awhile...I let myself bask in the purple light emitting everywhere,and just smiled uncontrollably...B was trying to talk to me the whole time,but I couldn't understand a word he was saying,he was talking to so fast..I eventually just laughed uncontrollably after about a 3 or 4 minute rant on something I didn't follow at all...This shit was great...
A took off soon after,and then we got down to our next goal...B began calling people left and right to get some alcohol,before finally flipping out after no results,and tossing the phone down...Bill looked over laughing,and grabbed the phone,making one short call,and getting what we needed...B made some excuse for why he should have gotten some,then informed us that we had to go out and get it for some reason I can't remember...We agreed,forgetting right when we got into the car,why we were going out and doing it...That was forgotten soon,as we mused ourselves with a parody of a Drowning Pool song we retitled because of the pounding rain,"Let the bodies hit Bills roof"...This made us laugh for some reason,and we grinned the whole way to the persons house...
When we got there it was a short trip over to the liquor store,and then we were ready to go again...My friend B,who was not much of a drinker,didn't seem to understand that 1 fortie for each of us wasn't gonna do very much,but since he was paying I didn't say anything...We still had plenty of blow,so fuck it...We parted ways with Bill,then went back to B's house to dive into the coke,and slug down the brewskies...
Now,if you know B,you know that he fucks things up sometimes...Actually most of the time...He was so paranoid of every element of any situation,which I'm the exact opposite of...This worked out well for us this time...We figured since there was no light in the living room,there were no parents up to interfere with us bringing in the clanking bottles of alcohol...I was put in charge of that task,and as we crept into the house,past our designated time,everything looked good...That is until we heard an angry call from B's mom from the kitchen...B turned and looked at me like he just found out he had cancer,then motioned for me to run downstairs...I began heading that way,and forgot that from the kitchen table,the downstairs door can be seen perfectly...I looked right at his mom,with the brown bag in my hand,two bulges the perfect size for forties,and calmly nodded and walked down the stairs...I figured if we were fucked we were fucked so why not be courteous right?...
I got downstairs and stashed the forties right away...I grabbed two boxing gloves and sat them down inside the bag,looking nothing like what we had in before,and awaited B to try and talk us out of the peril...He was good at talking with his mom,the coke having something to do with it,and he came back down wiping his brow,plopping down on the couch,and sighing deep from his chest...
"So I guess we lived?"I asked.
"Yeah,I told here we were late because we went to McDonalds."He replied.Good save.
After that near collapse in our plans,we busted out the white stuff...B made sure to grab a plaque that was dedicated to his mom for her wonderful realting tasks,and starting busting out line after line...We kept going and going until we were out,about a whole gram later...B was wayyyyy gone,but I on the other hand,was hardly feeling a thing...I didn't understand...I had gotten something before,but it was like prolonged us,stripped me of that...I was pissed slightly,but then remembered we had that golden savior...King Cobra(yech)...
I let B know that I didn't think we had gotten enough alcohol to last us through the night,and he informed me of the reserves...A 20oz bottle almost perfect mix of Vodka,Mikes hard lemonade,and Sour Apple Puckers...Besides that,there was always the excess bottle of Vodka his parents kept around for the holidays,which could be watered down and replaced without anyone ever noticing...I hated vodka,so this kind of disappointed me...So to get the most of my night,B coaxed me into chugging the entire fortie...As far as we had known,nobody had been able to fully chug one,and everyone who had tried had ended up quite tipsy,so I figured maybe that would get my buzz going...
I didn't think about it,because that usually spoils the whole experience,and just tipped the fucker back,and chugged...I had been known for my uncanny ability to consume alot of alcohol and have it stay down,so I figured I could handle it fine...It took about 30 seconds or so,but eventually it was all gone,and I had the worst case of nausea ever...I layed back on the couch,dropped the bottle,and let myself slowly come back to reality...Damn...I was drunk already...
Everything went downhill from here...I found the 20oz of mixed shit,and downed that in a matter of minutes...From there,B decided he couldn't drink the rest of his fortie(a half),and so that became mine...When that was gone,I attacked the vodka...The last thing I remember is walking around his basement,singing Soulfly tunes,and swigging the vodka every so often...After about half the bottle,I blacked out...Can't remember a damn thing that happened afterward...B doesn't remember much either,except that eventually I puked everywhere outside,and fell asleep ontop of a drier...
Well that pretty much wraps it up...Ever since then,I've tried to recapture how I first felt doing coke,but haven't been able to get it...Coke doesn't do shit for me...Works well with alcohol though...
Thanks for reading....Hope this is semi-interesting...
