The lucky ones are those who can take it or leave it, indulge a couple of times a year with mates and never get properly caught in that web. That was me for about a year. Then it was downhill from when I had some leftover from a sesh with some friends and I decided to try it alone. Soon it was accompanying movies on the weekends. Next thing I noticed, a gram was not enough to hit the spot. Multiple grams were going up my nose - at any time of the day. I was soon needing a line before a shower in the morning, as soon as I got in from work. K-holes stopped being pleasant or even occurring (I'd just shake horribly and feel toxic). Then it was being wrecked around my parents, shamelessly embarrassing myself, thinking I was sober enough to handle the situation, when in reality I was a zombie. Going out to the shops, to come back and see in the mirror that all that time I had a large globule of the stuff plastered over my nostril. The gap between mainstream life/reality and the k-world grows exponentially. Thinking your friends are turning against you and other paranoid delusions. Breaking so much shit from impaired motor skills. Then the dreaded cramps came flying in...and I tried to cover them up with more K, which works temporarily, only to exacerbate the problem.
In the beginning I was convinced that the k-hole had shown me the 'real' world and there was no need participating in actual reality, because I knew the truth and everyone was ignorant of such profound epiphanies. Fucked up so many chances with girls I like because of prioritizing my stupid habit. Pissing and pissing...and pissing. Gotta be up in a few hours for work? But I'm punctuating every hour with another trip to the fucking toilet. Too anxious to go to the cinema because I'd need to leave my seat twice for another slash.
All the while, it still seemed the reasonable thing to do, because that feeling could be indescribably beautiful. The way it adds depth to music and movies/animation is so alluring. It's a very seductive beast. I love the way it creeps up your spine and everything is numbed, everything from mundane and banal society is pushed away and the bubble of escapism appears unbreakable. Which is tragically just committing yourself to isolation. Then you have no more money to reach the level you need to get to with such a gigantic tolerance. Depression sets in and all you can think of is K, despite your nose rejecting a lot (and beginning to display signs of corrosion), contracting throat infections, feeling stabbing pains in your abdomen and kidneys. There's just never enough of it either! Buy 5 grams using the excuse that it's a 'long term' stash. A week or less isn't long term.
This does not apply to all. I know some can get by with recreational and comparatively responsible use. But for some, it's very easy to go through what I've described. That hippie smack is one helluva drug. And what's so awful is if my dealer texted me now saying it's back in, I'd be on my way out the door!
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