I did something that starts with "C" and ends with "ocaine." It was Sunday night on April the third when I obtained, for the first time, Cocaine. I had bought half a gram from a friend and was now waiting until night when everyone in my dorm goes to sleep so I could go over to another old smoking friend's room. I ask him for a bill and a credit card, which he gives me as I empty out my dime bag on his glass table. I spend about 10 minutes crushing and grinding the cocaine, with a few of my other friends who are there helping me out. Finally it is separated into two short but fat lines, and it is very fine. I take the bill to my nose and inhale the entire first line, sniff sniffing all of the coke into my left nostril. I can smell and sort of taste the bitterness of it as I pull my head back towards the ceiling and sit down. I lick my fingers and the dime bag and I can instantly feel my tongue go numb in the places that touch cocaine.
I wait ten minutes, just talking amongst my friends, and then get up to snort the other line. I use the same nostril because my other hurts from snorting adderall at a party the night before. I sniff again, along down the glass table with the room in silence. I tilt my head back again and keep on inhaling through my nostrils as I feel the numbness setting in all around my nose and the bad taste hit the back of my throat. I fall back down onto the couch as if I'm going to sleep, and I start sort of moaning and curling up into the cushions. After a few seconds I recover and start talking to my friends, who aren't really sure what they think about my first cocaine use. I can feel my legs, especially my feet, start tingling and going numb - sort of as if they had pins and needles just without the pain. I feel good, and talkative. I call a girl who always tells me about doing cocaine with her boyfriend and tell her I'm doing it for the first time. We talk for about fifteen minutes as I tell her how I feel and she tries to get me to give her some, but I had just snorted all of it... =/. I hang up with her and call and talk to the host of the last night's party, one of my close friends. I say goodbye and leave the room I had been in with all of my friends, and I go back to my room to get a bong, about 2 grams of weed, and a lighter.
I bring it back to the room but a few others had already left, and I start talking again and packing the bowl. I still have the numb tongue and bitter taste in my mouth but my feet have stoped tingling and I realize that I am coming down. Perhaps I should have snorted more lines, saved what I had longer, or perhaps I should have asked for more. My friend tells me that I really needed five lines to get totally fucked. Instead, I light the bowl and breathe in, twice, and then pass it to my friend. We keep smoking for about twenty minutes. I lie back down on the couch and I try to determine how fucked up I am. The coke is basically gone, I don't have a desire to talk to everybody anymore, and I feel a little agitated and wanting more. I don't have any though, and I can feel the weed make my peripheral vision seem to ease off as I zone out looking at a chair. The munchies strike. I get some Trix cereal and a water and sit back down to munch. A friend takes out a DVD, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and puts it into his laptop. The movie starts and we skip around trying to get to the
The visuals in the film first start as I pass the bong over, and I immediately start zoning out on it. I feel like I am in space going light-speed, then I feel like I am underwater and trying to swim to the surface, and then I decide that I'm actually in a futuristic highway going very fast past all of the lights and street signs. trippy part at the end. I pack another bowl up and start smoking as my friend gets the movie working. The trip ends with an explosion, which I believe is my space ship exploding, my head reaching the surface, and my car hitting a brick wall. The main character is now back in his shuttle, but it is just chilling in a victorian style hotel room with an invisible floor. The astronaut sees himself looking at himself, but he is older, and suddenly the camera changes and his space ship is gone. The astronaut, now looking much older, goes towards the bathroom and looks in the mirror. He sees himself aging, and then starts to hear silverware clattling back in the bedroom. He looks towards the bedroom to see an even older man, himself, but now in a bath robe.
The man is eating his meal, but he appears to hear the breathing of the space suit that has so far been the only thing playing. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, but there is no one there. He sits back down to eat, first drinking his wine. He reaches for the salt and whoops, knocks over the wine he had just put down. It falls to the floor towards the bed and breaks, and the old man looks at it. The camera now pans upward and we see and even older, incredible gray man lying in the bed, and the breathing noise is back again - now simply the age of the mans lungs. I am so confused, stupefied, and amazed by this sequence of events. I cannot begin to understand what is going on but all of my friends are talking and shouting out suggestions to each other. Their's are all stupid and wrong, like that he's in his minds eye and relating to his voyage, his loneliness out in space with no chance of survival. Suddenly the old man reaches up, and he points towards the monolith. He reaches for it, first he touches it at the beginning of the film - then he photographs it in the middle - and now he is begging it to stop him from dying. The monolith releases him from his body and into something new, as if he is an energy life form that looks like a fetus. The fetus suddenly appears, back in space, now in orbit around the earth. The movie ends.
I still have no idea what any of that means. I say goodbye to my friends and come into my room, grabbing some more food and something to drink, sitting down at my computer and writing a trip report. I wonder if it's good, or if my writing is better or worse when I am high? I put on some pink floyd. I want more cocaine...:D
I wait ten minutes, just talking amongst my friends, and then get up to snort the other line. I use the same nostril because my other hurts from snorting adderall at a party the night before. I sniff again, along down the glass table with the room in silence. I tilt my head back again and keep on inhaling through my nostrils as I feel the numbness setting in all around my nose and the bad taste hit the back of my throat. I fall back down onto the couch as if I'm going to sleep, and I start sort of moaning and curling up into the cushions. After a few seconds I recover and start talking to my friends, who aren't really sure what they think about my first cocaine use. I can feel my legs, especially my feet, start tingling and going numb - sort of as if they had pins and needles just without the pain. I feel good, and talkative. I call a girl who always tells me about doing cocaine with her boyfriend and tell her I'm doing it for the first time. We talk for about fifteen minutes as I tell her how I feel and she tries to get me to give her some, but I had just snorted all of it... =/. I hang up with her and call and talk to the host of the last night's party, one of my close friends. I say goodbye and leave the room I had been in with all of my friends, and I go back to my room to get a bong, about 2 grams of weed, and a lighter.
I bring it back to the room but a few others had already left, and I start talking again and packing the bowl. I still have the numb tongue and bitter taste in my mouth but my feet have stoped tingling and I realize that I am coming down. Perhaps I should have snorted more lines, saved what I had longer, or perhaps I should have asked for more. My friend tells me that I really needed five lines to get totally fucked. Instead, I light the bowl and breathe in, twice, and then pass it to my friend. We keep smoking for about twenty minutes. I lie back down on the couch and I try to determine how fucked up I am. The coke is basically gone, I don't have a desire to talk to everybody anymore, and I feel a little agitated and wanting more. I don't have any though, and I can feel the weed make my peripheral vision seem to ease off as I zone out looking at a chair. The munchies strike. I get some Trix cereal and a water and sit back down to munch. A friend takes out a DVD, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and puts it into his laptop. The movie starts and we skip around trying to get to the
The visuals in the film first start as I pass the bong over, and I immediately start zoning out on it. I feel like I am in space going light-speed, then I feel like I am underwater and trying to swim to the surface, and then I decide that I'm actually in a futuristic highway going very fast past all of the lights and street signs. trippy part at the end. I pack another bowl up and start smoking as my friend gets the movie working. The trip ends with an explosion, which I believe is my space ship exploding, my head reaching the surface, and my car hitting a brick wall. The main character is now back in his shuttle, but it is just chilling in a victorian style hotel room with an invisible floor. The astronaut sees himself looking at himself, but he is older, and suddenly the camera changes and his space ship is gone. The astronaut, now looking much older, goes towards the bathroom and looks in the mirror. He sees himself aging, and then starts to hear silverware clattling back in the bedroom. He looks towards the bedroom to see an even older man, himself, but now in a bath robe.
The man is eating his meal, but he appears to hear the breathing of the space suit that has so far been the only thing playing. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, but there is no one there. He sits back down to eat, first drinking his wine. He reaches for the salt and whoops, knocks over the wine he had just put down. It falls to the floor towards the bed and breaks, and the old man looks at it. The camera now pans upward and we see and even older, incredible gray man lying in the bed, and the breathing noise is back again - now simply the age of the mans lungs. I am so confused, stupefied, and amazed by this sequence of events. I cannot begin to understand what is going on but all of my friends are talking and shouting out suggestions to each other. Their's are all stupid and wrong, like that he's in his minds eye and relating to his voyage, his loneliness out in space with no chance of survival. Suddenly the old man reaches up, and he points towards the monolith. He reaches for it, first he touches it at the beginning of the film - then he photographs it in the middle - and now he is begging it to stop him from dying. The monolith releases him from his body and into something new, as if he is an energy life form that looks like a fetus. The fetus suddenly appears, back in space, now in orbit around the earth. The movie ends.
I still have no idea what any of that means. I say goodbye to my friends and come into my room, grabbing some more food and something to drink, sitting down at my computer and writing a trip report. I wonder if it's good, or if my writing is better or worse when I am high? I put on some pink floyd. I want more cocaine...:D
