cocaine hcl, crack, ativan, morphine--skiiin with the village drunkards
So, Im sitting at my best friends house, he just got his Keg refilled and everyone is drinking. I have a few cups, but decide to make plans for some other drugs tonight being that getting shitty drunk and sloppy just isn't my thing.
I call my dude up, but what do u know, he's in Atlantic City....again. It makes me wonder how this guy can manage to be a successful crack dealer, but have such a weakness for gambling?! Not to worry, I know tons of cokeheads....my friend tells me he has his own connect for "hard" and morphine pills. Yes Please! Literally 10 minutes later I had 2 mscontin's and a 50 rock. I went to my house (next door to this keg party) to test out the rock. Whooosh, all was good within the first hit.
This shit that i normally get is better (cooked with ammonium as opposed to baking soda) but this shit still got me blasted. I sat and packed up a couple more big hits and felt the rush of a crack hit that really feels good if you know how to do it right. anyways, I went back to the party to the back room to do the rest of it with the guy who hooked me up. You know how it goes, hit it, pack it up, hit it pack it up. etc...
When I finished I took 3 1mg Ativan's to chill out and smoked some fine and dandy nuggets. I was feeling daamn good when the ativan kicked in. As the party died down, we decided to get some coke. Like 5 people wanted to thow in so we all piled in one car and headed down to *gasp* Colonial. This is was most ppl consider the ghetto, but it gets a lot worse. When we got there, our dealer decided he wanted to come chill w/us...since our car was packed and I was all fuckedup and the smallest, I offered to ride in the TRUNK of the car so he could squeeze in. I hardly remember the ride home, but I was glad to be in the trunk, b/c out dealers is a stinky/dreadhead/cokeed up motherfucker who is anything but clean.
We got home and I just started railing fat lines to get out of the benzo-mindframe. The coke was quality product, our 5 grams was one solid, shiny chunk. I can always expect good coke from this guy b/c he likes his shit too, so he wont sell crap. It was a fun time, with a bunch of friends, sitting aruond the table each chopping up our own coke, no people begging for lines from me tonight! My friend has the perfect table...the entire thing is one big mirror, so you get to see youself take lines, it real "gangsta".
As always, I was the first one to finish my bag, so I crushed up my mscontins and parachuted them. I felt pure bliss at this time. My confidence was up, as was my energy. I was kind of pacing around the people playing beer pong, and talking shit to the faceless drunkards! Curse these bastards for being so closeminded. I know some of them looked down upon me for indulging in so many drugs, but i didn't care. They had no idea how good I felt. Around the time the pills kicked in I decided to walk home (next door) to enjoy the opioid bliss at the comfort of my house. I had no idea it was already 5:50 in the morning. Walking home was weird as shit, because I kept seeing shit that wasn't there. I almost didn't go inside b/c I kept thinking there was racoons in my yard. Once inside, I laid down, feeling perfect. Shortly afterward i threw up, and was scratching all over. What a perfect night.
So, Im sitting at my best friends house, he just got his Keg refilled and everyone is drinking. I have a few cups, but decide to make plans for some other drugs tonight being that getting shitty drunk and sloppy just isn't my thing.
I call my dude up, but what do u know, he's in Atlantic City....again. It makes me wonder how this guy can manage to be a successful crack dealer, but have such a weakness for gambling?! Not to worry, I know tons of cokeheads....my friend tells me he has his own connect for "hard" and morphine pills. Yes Please! Literally 10 minutes later I had 2 mscontin's and a 50 rock. I went to my house (next door to this keg party) to test out the rock. Whooosh, all was good within the first hit.
This shit that i normally get is better (cooked with ammonium as opposed to baking soda) but this shit still got me blasted. I sat and packed up a couple more big hits and felt the rush of a crack hit that really feels good if you know how to do it right. anyways, I went back to the party to the back room to do the rest of it with the guy who hooked me up. You know how it goes, hit it, pack it up, hit it pack it up. etc...
When I finished I took 3 1mg Ativan's to chill out and smoked some fine and dandy nuggets. I was feeling daamn good when the ativan kicked in. As the party died down, we decided to get some coke. Like 5 people wanted to thow in so we all piled in one car and headed down to *gasp* Colonial. This is was most ppl consider the ghetto, but it gets a lot worse. When we got there, our dealer decided he wanted to come chill w/us...since our car was packed and I was all fuckedup and the smallest, I offered to ride in the TRUNK of the car so he could squeeze in. I hardly remember the ride home, but I was glad to be in the trunk, b/c out dealers is a stinky/dreadhead/cokeed up motherfucker who is anything but clean.
We got home and I just started railing fat lines to get out of the benzo-mindframe. The coke was quality product, our 5 grams was one solid, shiny chunk. I can always expect good coke from this guy b/c he likes his shit too, so he wont sell crap. It was a fun time, with a bunch of friends, sitting aruond the table each chopping up our own coke, no people begging for lines from me tonight! My friend has the perfect table...the entire thing is one big mirror, so you get to see youself take lines, it real "gangsta".
As always, I was the first one to finish my bag, so I crushed up my mscontins and parachuted them. I felt pure bliss at this time. My confidence was up, as was my energy. I was kind of pacing around the people playing beer pong, and talking shit to the faceless drunkards! Curse these bastards for being so closeminded. I know some of them looked down upon me for indulging in so many drugs, but i didn't care. They had no idea how good I felt. Around the time the pills kicked in I decided to walk home (next door) to enjoy the opioid bliss at the comfort of my house. I had no idea it was already 5:50 in the morning. Walking home was weird as shit, because I kept seeing shit that wasn't there. I almost didn't go inside b/c I kept thinking there was racoons in my yard. Once inside, I laid down, feeling perfect. Shortly afterward i threw up, and was scratching all over. What a perfect night.
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