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Coke - 2nd time - never doing it again

teevirus

Bluelighter
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So, first time I did coke was about 3 weeks ago, and it was fun. I didn't do very much so the crash wasn't noticable, and the buzz was super nice. Went to a party and chilled with some "straight edge" kids who didn't know my friends and I were ripped and it was definitely a fun evening. Afterword I decided not to do coke for at least a month.

Two weeks ago my friends and I got another gram. Initially we were going to get two grams to split between five people, but our guy only had one left to sell. It was "good shit," he claimed, so we decided sure, save our money and just split the gram five ways for a nice buzz.

Then one of my friends backs out and decides he just wants to go home and pass out. At 11pm we cut the gram into four lines, and we each do our respective duty. One of the people I was with was my partner in crime the first time I tried coke, so I looked over at him and smiled as I laid back on one of those mini-trampolines and awaited what I knew would feel pretty nice.

A few minutes later I feel fantastic. Super wonderful. This stuff really was good shit. I'm so ripped it's insane; I'm talking so fast, everything is so fun, I'm chainin' stogues like I'm getting paid and it feels phenomenal.

We didn't have any plans for the evening, so we're sitting on my friend's deck, cooking hotdogs on his grill and just having fun when someone calls my "partner." There's a party tonight! A bunch of emo kids who I'd usually hate are all hanging out a some apartment about twenty minutes away. My two other friends decide they'd rather not go, so my partner and I say fuck it and head to the car.

It's about 11:30ish at this point, and I'm still feeling great. "Give me another stogue, this one'll be out by the time you hand it to me!" I yell joyfully as we're flying down the highway with the windows down and the new Beastie Boys blasting. During the ride my friend and I discuss all sorts of shit, mostly about how love is so important and hate is useless, that sort of euphoric, drug-induced stuff that I'm sure you've all heard or said. It's fantastic. We're having a blast and we're not even at the party. Wait, we're here.

We get there at about midnight and everyone is just sitting outside on a table chatting it up and drinking. None of these kids know we're torn, and we're not even about to tell them. What fun would that be? So, I walk to this large group of people I've never even met and start introducing myself and talking to them like I've known them for years. Usually I'm prettyfucking shy, but not tonight. Wonder why? Anyway, turns out some of the kids are pretty cool so we just stick to bullshitting for a while and then one of my best friends from school (just graduated, I hadn't seen him since; I forgot to get his phone number) walks outside. "Holy shit!" We both are excited as fuck, although I've probably got him beat on the happiness scale for obvious reasons. We shake hands and yell at each other and all that shit and it's awesome. So we bullshit for a few and the party starts to wind down about an hour later so my partner and I head out.

It's about 1:30 when I drop him off with my other two friends back at our makeshift cookout. Instead of staying, I decide to give this girl I've been on and off with recently a call and go over there. This was a bad idea. I should have just gone to bed. On the ride over, I can feel the bliss slipping away and being replaced with heat and nausea. When I get to her house, we watch the end of Dazed and Confused, or at least she does, since we didn't finish it last time we hung out. I was just kind of laying on the couch, wishing my body could decide wheather to sweat or be cold, instead of doing both. I'm pretty much feeling like complete shit, so when the movie is over I'm relieved and take it as an excuse to leave. "It's getting late, I need to go pass out." Little did she know, I really needed to pass out. So I go and pick up my partner and then we go to his house and I crash. I hit rock bottom and just lay on his couch, strip my clothes off in an effort to be less on fire and try to get some sleep. This is at about 3am.

The next morning I wake up with a runny nose and just a general shitty feeling in me. I'm balls deep in a bad mood. I take my leave and head home to get some more fucking sleep at about 10:30am and wake up at 1ish. Feeling a little better at this point, so I drop a Lortab and go get some chicken nuggets. This creative combo fixed most of the shittyness and I went out with some friends and ended up having a decent evening.

I'm probably not going to do coke again, and if I do, I'm not going to do 1/4 of a gram of "the good shit" all at once. If I'd have staggered it a bit more, I think I'd have been golden. Or at least silver, as opposed to straight up shit.

On a lighter note, since I've been doing all this shit (which really isn't that much, I'm just a puss) lately, I'm going to take a break for two weeks or so. Foam party at a local club in two weeks, and I've still got E left. I can't wait ;)
 
if you got that trashed of one line of coke between 4 people i would hate to see you coming off of e
 
I usually do all of my Cocaine in one or two lines. I like the high doses all at once as opposed to doing some here and there throughout a night. I don't mind the come-downs that much. Then again, I don't use it often either.
 
Yeah...I know that, now.

That, and I'm a small guy. I only weigh around 130, so just about everything gets me blitzed with fairly small amounts. With no tolerance, 250mg was not the best idea I've ever had.

Doubt I'll try to redeem myself in the future, though. Wasn't worth it.
 
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