Spinal
Bluelighter
Crack-Cocaine Experienced-If I was going to mess with a stimulant
I was packing all my stuff the next day because I was moving and fending for some tweak to help turn me into a cleaning packing robot for the next 48 hours or so. As luck would have it, I was handed a crisp $20 and instantly knew my course of action. After taking care of some things at my house I ventured out into the night to see what I might be able to find. Normally, I would have gone to a spot better known for crystal, but do to having no bus money *Ahem* I chose to hop the train and re-board at the same location.
A short walk later I was there. Looking around, I saw the usual heroin dealers, and whathaveyou. But nobody I knew to have crystal, I'd even be happy with some coke powder I thought to myself as I walked down the AVE. Soon I came to a group of about three people and made contact with a guy named Cowboy. They had no tweak or powder but he was willing to help me look.
He walked with a limp as he adjusted his bowler to better met the crisp spring night air as we passed by the usual lowlifes and thugs hollering out in hopes that I might come there way. No, that is not how it's done. We walked from spot to spot and talked to many of his connections, but nobody had crystal or powder. He was even contemplating going to a motorcycle bar with me, but alas, we were on a mission of the streets.
Eventually we run ourselves down to two options, cop the dope there, or go uptown. As we walked back to the train station he ran into a contact who had some rock. She suggested that I just snort it after I explained my situation. Checkmate, I couldn't really argue with that logic since I was simply a winning stranger in passing. So I bought a 20 rock and walk into an ally to give Cowboy his cut. On the way I mentioned something about giving him some cigarettes instead of dope. "No, No! Don't start that with me"! He said. Going on to explain how he had gone so out of his way. He did too, I couldn't argue with him. So I gave him his blast and some smokes then he proceeded to lecture me.
You see these are the streets, even walking down the street with a black man can be trouble when your white. We both take the risk, and it's he who is doing you the favor by going out of his way and risking himself to get you what you want. Therefor a cut must be taken. True, I know this but I was being a bitch and was officially broken by Cowboy. He was kind enough not to pull any shit with me, so I figured in his honesty and willingness to help me get what I needed, the least I could do was hear his words and take them to heart.
So often we as people really forget that there are humans just as real as you or I in these depths of the world. Granted there is usually the common goal of getting high and that takes precedence, but there is still good people even in the world of crack cocaine. This 58 year old man showed that to me that night.
After our talk we parted ways and I returned home to start the packing. Displeased that I had gotten rock, I knew I was just going to unearth my straight pipe and sit there till all the rock was gone. Not spend the next two days gacking my ass off, but somewhere I think my brain receptors thanked me for staying away from the meth.
A quick look into my computer screen then back to my keyboard and the pipe waiting to be loaded. Another glance and an IM to a friend about a systems disk I need to pick up. Some nervousness as I wonder about the course of life and I load the wire mesh, insert the freebase cocaine, and apply heat to the glass for a breakdown of physical matter.
Music playing ever so softly, I feel the effects hit as I think of that cracking sound to be repeated much more over the course of the night. A sense of optimism fills me and I drag another hit into my lungs. Words can not describe of beauty and peace washing over me. The music plays and I light a smoke then put it out and continue this pattern over the next three hours.
Eventually the lump of crystalline cocaine has been all but vaporized and I am left of some oil I promptly smoke. The effects waning I start to clean with renewed vigor and clarity. Knowing that sleep is still some time away I go outside and pick up some moving boxes and return home to find the effects all but gone.
Sleep came to me after a few hours of stressing out about the prospects of addiction and that fun head trip that can accompany use of any hard drug. Crack, as benign as it can seem, is powerfully addictive and one must not forget that. The images brought to might of some dark, soiled, man, hiding in an alleyway reaching out for the next hit are real. But we must not forget that cocaine is still cocaine, this is just another form of the monster we are dealing with. It's stronger, more persuasive, brother that our CIA was so interested in helping proliferate through our American ghettos in the 1980's. Not the Hollywood party powder of the rich and famous we think of as being simi-ok in it's addictive nature. They both take life's of our loved ones, and they both give some of the most amazing feelings we as humans will probably ever know. Be Safe Everyone.
I was packing all my stuff the next day because I was moving and fending for some tweak to help turn me into a cleaning packing robot for the next 48 hours or so. As luck would have it, I was handed a crisp $20 and instantly knew my course of action. After taking care of some things at my house I ventured out into the night to see what I might be able to find. Normally, I would have gone to a spot better known for crystal, but do to having no bus money *Ahem* I chose to hop the train and re-board at the same location.
A short walk later I was there. Looking around, I saw the usual heroin dealers, and whathaveyou. But nobody I knew to have crystal, I'd even be happy with some coke powder I thought to myself as I walked down the AVE. Soon I came to a group of about three people and made contact with a guy named Cowboy. They had no tweak or powder but he was willing to help me look.
He walked with a limp as he adjusted his bowler to better met the crisp spring night air as we passed by the usual lowlifes and thugs hollering out in hopes that I might come there way. No, that is not how it's done. We walked from spot to spot and talked to many of his connections, but nobody had crystal or powder. He was even contemplating going to a motorcycle bar with me, but alas, we were on a mission of the streets.
Eventually we run ourselves down to two options, cop the dope there, or go uptown. As we walked back to the train station he ran into a contact who had some rock. She suggested that I just snort it after I explained my situation. Checkmate, I couldn't really argue with that logic since I was simply a winning stranger in passing. So I bought a 20 rock and walk into an ally to give Cowboy his cut. On the way I mentioned something about giving him some cigarettes instead of dope. "No, No! Don't start that with me"! He said. Going on to explain how he had gone so out of his way. He did too, I couldn't argue with him. So I gave him his blast and some smokes then he proceeded to lecture me.
You see these are the streets, even walking down the street with a black man can be trouble when your white. We both take the risk, and it's he who is doing you the favor by going out of his way and risking himself to get you what you want. Therefor a cut must be taken. True, I know this but I was being a bitch and was officially broken by Cowboy. He was kind enough not to pull any shit with me, so I figured in his honesty and willingness to help me get what I needed, the least I could do was hear his words and take them to heart.
So often we as people really forget that there are humans just as real as you or I in these depths of the world. Granted there is usually the common goal of getting high and that takes precedence, but there is still good people even in the world of crack cocaine. This 58 year old man showed that to me that night.
After our talk we parted ways and I returned home to start the packing. Displeased that I had gotten rock, I knew I was just going to unearth my straight pipe and sit there till all the rock was gone. Not spend the next two days gacking my ass off, but somewhere I think my brain receptors thanked me for staying away from the meth.
A quick look into my computer screen then back to my keyboard and the pipe waiting to be loaded. Another glance and an IM to a friend about a systems disk I need to pick up. Some nervousness as I wonder about the course of life and I load the wire mesh, insert the freebase cocaine, and apply heat to the glass for a breakdown of physical matter.
Music playing ever so softly, I feel the effects hit as I think of that cracking sound to be repeated much more over the course of the night. A sense of optimism fills me and I drag another hit into my lungs. Words can not describe of beauty and peace washing over me. The music plays and I light a smoke then put it out and continue this pattern over the next three hours.
Eventually the lump of crystalline cocaine has been all but vaporized and I am left of some oil I promptly smoke. The effects waning I start to clean with renewed vigor and clarity. Knowing that sleep is still some time away I go outside and pick up some moving boxes and return home to find the effects all but gone.
Sleep came to me after a few hours of stressing out about the prospects of addiction and that fun head trip that can accompany use of any hard drug. Crack, as benign as it can seem, is powerfully addictive and one must not forget that. The images brought to might of some dark, soiled, man, hiding in an alleyway reaching out for the next hit are real. But we must not forget that cocaine is still cocaine, this is just another form of the monster we are dealing with. It's stronger, more persuasive, brother that our CIA was so interested in helping proliferate through our American ghettos in the 1980's. Not the Hollywood party powder of the rich and famous we think of as being simi-ok in it's addictive nature. They both take life's of our loved ones, and they both give some of the most amazing feelings we as humans will probably ever know. Be Safe Everyone.
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