NikkiNumberNine
Bluelighter
I had my second coke experience last night. The time I did it before I just did a little bit, not a real test. My favorite thing is meth, and I'm pretty experienced with that. When I tried coke before, I thought it was nice enough, but not that great. However, I elected to try it again for several reasons.
For one thing: I cannot find a safe meth dealer in this town! (I don't buy on the street, ever.) Jesus christ, I thought we had a national crisis with speed? My only crisis is I can't find any. I have heard that all the small-time cooks have gone out of business and that it's all imported now, but, shit, we don't grow coca leaves in this country that I know of, either. But everybody I talk to says "Oh I can't get meth, but I can get you coke easy." WTF?
Plus, meth is a commitment. I never do runs where I stay up for days. But even so, I will be high for like, 12 hours, and I always allow myself at least a day afterwards, or hopefully two, where I have no major events happening and I can just relax and recuperate before I have to go to work or whatever. The short-term nature of coke does make it more convenient.
So I thought okay, let's give this drug another try. I did it with a pal who knows from coke, and when he started cutting up the baggie I gave him he paused and said, "wow, this is nice shit." And I got it from someone I trust, so... I didn't test it in any manner, though. (Not really sure how you'd do that anyway.)
He laid out some lines and I looked at them and thought how they were about three times as big as the lines I'd do of meth. I mean, I lay out toothpick lines for that, these things were serious rails.
The thing about meth is when you do the line, it hits you hard and fast, pow. With coke I didn't have that wow! feeling. It took a couple of minutes to come on and then it was a slow realization of hey, I'm fucked up. But there was no real rush. (At least not for me.)
Also, while I felt generally good and happy, I did not feel the same strong sense of euphoria I get, fairly immediately, with meth.
And even though we talked a lot, I didn't have that feeling of extraordinary mental clarity and insight that I get with meth.
There was a sense of slight pressure in my chest a few minutes after the first big snarf, which worried me for a minute, but it passed. Later in the evening, I felt like my eyes were more dilated than they are when I do meth. Not sure why.
I also felt that I'd probably have more trouble navigating the world that I would on meth. And my fine motor skills were a little off. At one point I was trying to load CDs in a player and I dropped them 3 times. But we did not leave the house, which was our plan. We just pulled all the blinds and played music and talked.
So we probably snorted about 3 fat lines each through the course of the evening, starting at 8:30pm and ending about 1am. I'd say we did half a (fat) line about every hour. I started feeling cold towards the end of the night, although my pal said he wasn't cold, and I was having to remind myself not to clench my jaw. But I went and took some calcium/magnesium and some potassium supplements, and that helped me relax my muscles and I felt better. I also took some L-Tyrosine.
At the end of the night, I also noticed my face was sort of red and flushed, almost like I had a slight rash? But I'm not sure about the rash part, because, you know, I was all fucked up. My perceptions were probably off. (My face looks fine today.)
He went home about 2:30 and because I'm used to meth, I was sort of expecting to be up all night, but I was surprise to find myself sleepy at 4am. "Shit, I could actually sleep. That's cool." Only drawback: the inside of my nose was all swollen, and when I laid down, I could not breath at all through my nose. It was like having a really bad cold. So I lay there in bed panting through my mouth like a dog, which did not help the pretty serious case of cotton-mouth I was already having.
Oddly, about this time, I had this sudden and unusual attack of social paranoia - for some reason, I was just convinced that I'd acted like a total ass with my friend. I told myself a) nothing unusual had happened, and b) he was high too, so chill out Nikki, you're freaking out over nothing. That's not at all like me, so I think it had to be some coke-related thing.
I took half an ambien, which is what I take every night to sleep. I slept more as less as usual, and woke up about noon and felt fine, both physically and emotionally. It's six pm now and I'm feeling slightly tired, but nothing major. So that's convenient.
Still, it just wasn't as fun. The high from coke feels... blunter, somehow, softer. Meth is sharp, and I like that. But since my old fave seems to be vanishing from the scene, I may wind up with coke for my adventures in the future.
For one thing: I cannot find a safe meth dealer in this town! (I don't buy on the street, ever.) Jesus christ, I thought we had a national crisis with speed? My only crisis is I can't find any. I have heard that all the small-time cooks have gone out of business and that it's all imported now, but, shit, we don't grow coca leaves in this country that I know of, either. But everybody I talk to says "Oh I can't get meth, but I can get you coke easy." WTF?
Plus, meth is a commitment. I never do runs where I stay up for days. But even so, I will be high for like, 12 hours, and I always allow myself at least a day afterwards, or hopefully two, where I have no major events happening and I can just relax and recuperate before I have to go to work or whatever. The short-term nature of coke does make it more convenient.
So I thought okay, let's give this drug another try. I did it with a pal who knows from coke, and when he started cutting up the baggie I gave him he paused and said, "wow, this is nice shit." And I got it from someone I trust, so... I didn't test it in any manner, though. (Not really sure how you'd do that anyway.)
He laid out some lines and I looked at them and thought how they were about three times as big as the lines I'd do of meth. I mean, I lay out toothpick lines for that, these things were serious rails.
The thing about meth is when you do the line, it hits you hard and fast, pow. With coke I didn't have that wow! feeling. It took a couple of minutes to come on and then it was a slow realization of hey, I'm fucked up. But there was no real rush. (At least not for me.)
Also, while I felt generally good and happy, I did not feel the same strong sense of euphoria I get, fairly immediately, with meth.
And even though we talked a lot, I didn't have that feeling of extraordinary mental clarity and insight that I get with meth.
There was a sense of slight pressure in my chest a few minutes after the first big snarf, which worried me for a minute, but it passed. Later in the evening, I felt like my eyes were more dilated than they are when I do meth. Not sure why.
I also felt that I'd probably have more trouble navigating the world that I would on meth. And my fine motor skills were a little off. At one point I was trying to load CDs in a player and I dropped them 3 times. But we did not leave the house, which was our plan. We just pulled all the blinds and played music and talked.
So we probably snorted about 3 fat lines each through the course of the evening, starting at 8:30pm and ending about 1am. I'd say we did half a (fat) line about every hour. I started feeling cold towards the end of the night, although my pal said he wasn't cold, and I was having to remind myself not to clench my jaw. But I went and took some calcium/magnesium and some potassium supplements, and that helped me relax my muscles and I felt better. I also took some L-Tyrosine.
At the end of the night, I also noticed my face was sort of red and flushed, almost like I had a slight rash? But I'm not sure about the rash part, because, you know, I was all fucked up. My perceptions were probably off. (My face looks fine today.)
He went home about 2:30 and because I'm used to meth, I was sort of expecting to be up all night, but I was surprise to find myself sleepy at 4am. "Shit, I could actually sleep. That's cool." Only drawback: the inside of my nose was all swollen, and when I laid down, I could not breath at all through my nose. It was like having a really bad cold. So I lay there in bed panting through my mouth like a dog, which did not help the pretty serious case of cotton-mouth I was already having.
Oddly, about this time, I had this sudden and unusual attack of social paranoia - for some reason, I was just convinced that I'd acted like a total ass with my friend. I told myself a) nothing unusual had happened, and b) he was high too, so chill out Nikki, you're freaking out over nothing. That's not at all like me, so I think it had to be some coke-related thing.
I took half an ambien, which is what I take every night to sleep. I slept more as less as usual, and woke up about noon and felt fine, both physically and emotionally. It's six pm now and I'm feeling slightly tired, but nothing major. So that's convenient.
Still, it just wasn't as fun. The high from coke feels... blunter, somehow, softer. Meth is sharp, and I like that. But since my old fave seems to be vanishing from the scene, I may wind up with coke for my adventures in the future.
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