let me start by saying that i have been reading trip reports for a while, and notice that most people talk about their experiences with psychadelics or some outstanding drug combination that usually make those threads very interesting to read. this is not one of those threads. though i think a thread detailing a night of coke is lacking from this forum. i doubt many people have made it to read this much, but if you have, maybe you should stick around and relate to some of my reflections of my night with friends and coke.
let me add that it is currently 5:49am, my friends have come home and i am pretty much done being high and expect the coming hour to be filled with the recognizable effects of a come down. i figure now is as good as time as any to detail my experience. those of you experienced with coke or speed know that we tend to be a little bit chatty and rambly, but i will do my best to avoid that.
so, to get started, let me show you the link to my thread in the "drug culture" forum that i started, basically for no other reason to enjoy being high and share that with fellow bluelighters:
"drug culture" thread
if you read the link, you can see that there wasn't anything outstanding about this night, especially if i had the time to let everyone know each time i took a hit. but i think, in that, a night like this has value.
my best friend and i hadn't done coke together in a while, and we just recently scored and decided we couldn't wait til the weekend to do it. it wasn't too hard for us each to get tomorrow off and do it tonight. this might seem surprising given that he works in network administration and i am an engineer. it might also raise eyebrows, taking a day off to do drugs?? but why should this be any different than taking a day off to go skiing, or some other recreational activity. it just so happens that our day off will be spent recovering from the previous night.
*side note - this post will likely be filled with internal reflection that may only apply to me, but you may find value in it. this is the last disclaimer i will make for my ramblings.
anyways, we are pretty comfortable with our drug use. i roll maybe once a month, and that's mostly because we can't find coke. not sure if coke was more available if i would do it more, but i'm not too concerned. i don't think i'm lying to myself when i say i have control of my use. anyways, i do coke maybe once every two to three months, usually just a little bit at a bar or something, there's usually not enough to make a night of it. tonight, though, i was lucky enough to have an 8ball fall in my lap, and had the opportunity to really have a nice session. i am usually only fortunate enough to have nights like this once or twice a year.
i would have to say that tonight was my best ever experience with coke. i think an underrated attribute of coke is its ability for people to relate to each other. i mean really relate. i'll get to that though, let me explain how we started.
we ate our jack in the box and decided to do the coke while we watched tuesday night tv. nothing special. we didn't need anything special. we did our first few lines, and we knew right off that it wasn't very good coke. it's not that it was cut with anything too harsh, we just didn't get too high off the first few lines. immediately, though, it took me some time to get used to the coke feeling again. the drip is never an issue for me, i actually like it, it's just a matter of coming to terms with my heart racing so fast. i think i'm just more aware of it on coke than i am on e, probably because on e i'm being all sappy or dancing or something. so after the first few lines laid the foundation, me, my best friend ron, and his fiance sarah were on our way. sarah was new to coke, it took her a while to get over the stigma, but she wanted to be involved with what her fiance (ron) was interested in so she wanted to try it herself. unfortunately, it didn't do much for her. i personally thought we were babying her, not giving her enough to really feel how good it could feel, but i respect that ron was being safe with his fiance. as the night progressed, she was just not feeling it so i gave her a couple vicodin and she sorta just vegged while ron and i really started getting into the coke. once we got over the fact that we were pretty amped off this stuff, we got to the point where we actually related. and it's not like we can't relate when we're NOT on coke. but it's just so easy. i think it has to do with feeling so good and confident in yourself, you don't care how you sound and will say whatever comes to your mind. that is why i like having coke sessions like this with my really good friends, actaully, just with my best friends. and i think, no, i know it is different that ecstasy. i find the bonding and relating done on e is fake. well, maybe not fake, but it is totally embelished. you say what feels good at the time, but it's not what you really feel. not so with coke. you say what yuo really feel, and don't really care what anyone thinks. that is why it is so great...
anyways, i am crashing hard. i think it is fitting that i should crash during my trip report. when i started this i was still kinda high, so felt like typing it. now i am crashing and not really liking it. crash isn't that bad, i have a beer (kinda odd at 6am) and i am going to take a vicodin and try to go to sleep. it's kinda sad because when i started writing this there was so much that i wanted to relate, but i just can't get it out. kinda a lame trip report, but i think it is a trip report none the less.
so, take this for what it's worth. admittedly, not much, but i think i wrote this more for me. hope that's acceptable. wish me luck in my endeavour to sleep!!
let me add that it is currently 5:49am, my friends have come home and i am pretty much done being high and expect the coming hour to be filled with the recognizable effects of a come down. i figure now is as good as time as any to detail my experience. those of you experienced with coke or speed know that we tend to be a little bit chatty and rambly, but i will do my best to avoid that.
so, to get started, let me show you the link to my thread in the "drug culture" forum that i started, basically for no other reason to enjoy being high and share that with fellow bluelighters:
"drug culture" thread
if you read the link, you can see that there wasn't anything outstanding about this night, especially if i had the time to let everyone know each time i took a hit. but i think, in that, a night like this has value.
my best friend and i hadn't done coke together in a while, and we just recently scored and decided we couldn't wait til the weekend to do it. it wasn't too hard for us each to get tomorrow off and do it tonight. this might seem surprising given that he works in network administration and i am an engineer. it might also raise eyebrows, taking a day off to do drugs?? but why should this be any different than taking a day off to go skiing, or some other recreational activity. it just so happens that our day off will be spent recovering from the previous night.
*side note - this post will likely be filled with internal reflection that may only apply to me, but you may find value in it. this is the last disclaimer i will make for my ramblings.
anyways, we are pretty comfortable with our drug use. i roll maybe once a month, and that's mostly because we can't find coke. not sure if coke was more available if i would do it more, but i'm not too concerned. i don't think i'm lying to myself when i say i have control of my use. anyways, i do coke maybe once every two to three months, usually just a little bit at a bar or something, there's usually not enough to make a night of it. tonight, though, i was lucky enough to have an 8ball fall in my lap, and had the opportunity to really have a nice session. i am usually only fortunate enough to have nights like this once or twice a year.
i would have to say that tonight was my best ever experience with coke. i think an underrated attribute of coke is its ability for people to relate to each other. i mean really relate. i'll get to that though, let me explain how we started.
we ate our jack in the box and decided to do the coke while we watched tuesday night tv. nothing special. we didn't need anything special. we did our first few lines, and we knew right off that it wasn't very good coke. it's not that it was cut with anything too harsh, we just didn't get too high off the first few lines. immediately, though, it took me some time to get used to the coke feeling again. the drip is never an issue for me, i actually like it, it's just a matter of coming to terms with my heart racing so fast. i think i'm just more aware of it on coke than i am on e, probably because on e i'm being all sappy or dancing or something. so after the first few lines laid the foundation, me, my best friend ron, and his fiance sarah were on our way. sarah was new to coke, it took her a while to get over the stigma, but she wanted to be involved with what her fiance (ron) was interested in so she wanted to try it herself. unfortunately, it didn't do much for her. i personally thought we were babying her, not giving her enough to really feel how good it could feel, but i respect that ron was being safe with his fiance. as the night progressed, she was just not feeling it so i gave her a couple vicodin and she sorta just vegged while ron and i really started getting into the coke. once we got over the fact that we were pretty amped off this stuff, we got to the point where we actually related. and it's not like we can't relate when we're NOT on coke. but it's just so easy. i think it has to do with feeling so good and confident in yourself, you don't care how you sound and will say whatever comes to your mind. that is why i like having coke sessions like this with my really good friends, actaully, just with my best friends. and i think, no, i know it is different that ecstasy. i find the bonding and relating done on e is fake. well, maybe not fake, but it is totally embelished. you say what feels good at the time, but it's not what you really feel. not so with coke. you say what yuo really feel, and don't really care what anyone thinks. that is why it is so great...
anyways, i am crashing hard. i think it is fitting that i should crash during my trip report. when i started this i was still kinda high, so felt like typing it. now i am crashing and not really liking it. crash isn't that bad, i have a beer (kinda odd at 6am) and i am going to take a vicodin and try to go to sleep. it's kinda sad because when i started writing this there was so much that i wanted to relate, but i just can't get it out. kinda a lame trip report, but i think it is a trip report none the less.
so, take this for what it's worth. admittedly, not much, but i think i wrote this more for me. hope that's acceptable. wish me luck in my endeavour to sleep!!
