skiforlife
Bluelighter
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Potheads can be pretty fucking annoying because, more than any other drug I've seen used recreationally, they A L W A Y S need to get high before doing *ANYTHING*. And when a pothead has to stop to get high before stepping out with everyone else, that means everyone stops cause it takes him 20 fucking minutes to pack a bowl and smoke it then clear out the smell and take care of whatever other paranoia induced bullshit he feels the need to slow all of his friends up with. Or, he convinces the rest of the group to smoke with him and then no one wants to do anything but sit around, talk quietly, listen to shitty music and laugh at shit that isn't funny.
... Potheads are generally good people and almost all of my friends smoke a massive amount of pot, their general frailness tends to annoy me sometimes though
Cokeheads are probably the worst. At moderate/normal rates of use cocaine can be fun, energetic and talkative... at high doses those motherfuckers (and I have been there myself, I just keep it to myself when I'm coming down hard off a week long binge instead of tweaking out everyone else I'm with) get paranoid, tweaky, desperate, rude and just fucking wierd.
I had a friend who would roam around our dorm and knock on people's doors in the early morning hours (3am-5am usually) on weeknights to blow coke. More than once he came into my room 3 hours before my roommate had class with a group of guys I didn't know to blow lines, since his own roommate would have fucked him up if he pulled that bullshit. Alot of the times he would ask you if you wanted to blow lines with him... then lock you in a DARK room with no music for 45 minutes while he looked out the window every 15 seconds (kind of a tick) to see if anyone was coming. And if there was music, it took him at least 10 minutes of "dude, perfect song, dude, dude, dude, *sniff* we're listening to "cocaine" and we're *snort* blowing lines, dude, man, man you know, this is really, dude, uhhh, dude this is good coke *drip*" to find something to listen to. Half an hour later when he finally came to his senses and realized the safest thing to do with the coke on his desk is to snort it to get rid of it instead of sketching out about getting caught with it on his desk, he would physically try to block you from leaving his room because the only way he ever got anyone to hang out with him was via coke, and he wanted to take full advantage of your company to tell you about how he was quitting the blow tomorrow.
"Dude, I'm done with this shit. I'm gunna pick up a half tomorrow, this is the LAST TIME, I just need to make some money dude. Dude, can you help me sell that shit? I've hit you up alot man, can I get 10 bucks? I don't need this shit man I'm just doing it one more time to pay off my bank then I'm done." "I need your help man, I need your support quitting after we blow this shit tonight. Don't let me do it man." (next day) "Fuck you, man, dude I don't have a problem, I got this shit under control dude it's only so I can study." "The reason I never sleep and people always see me up at 6am is cause it's always been that way. I'm a night person, man, I like the night. I got this problem man, I need this shit to stay focused on my work. All I got is adderall to bump, that shit will pick you up you know. I can't stop taking it man, I got this condition, I need it to focus man I can't do without it."
Guy was completely fuckin' insane by the end of the school year. He NEVER slept except once every 3 days he took benzos and would sleep for 24 hours at a time. All the staff, all the students, all the RA's, even the people who worked in the kitchen staff knew he was a cokehead. His best friends were, ironically, the night security staff because they were always up at the same time. He basically wore out his welcome with just about everyone he knew, people that once called him his friends, cause his sketchy, paranoid behavior and erratic, scattered existence scared everyone and he was simply depressing to be around.
The only thing that got him off the blow was getting caught selling to undercover cops and getting hit with alot of charges. He took his roommate down with him, too... kind of a sad story.
... Potheads are generally good people and almost all of my friends smoke a massive amount of pot, their general frailness tends to annoy me sometimes though
Cokeheads are probably the worst. At moderate/normal rates of use cocaine can be fun, energetic and talkative... at high doses those motherfuckers (and I have been there myself, I just keep it to myself when I'm coming down hard off a week long binge instead of tweaking out everyone else I'm with) get paranoid, tweaky, desperate, rude and just fucking wierd.
I had a friend who would roam around our dorm and knock on people's doors in the early morning hours (3am-5am usually) on weeknights to blow coke. More than once he came into my room 3 hours before my roommate had class with a group of guys I didn't know to blow lines, since his own roommate would have fucked him up if he pulled that bullshit. Alot of the times he would ask you if you wanted to blow lines with him... then lock you in a DARK room with no music for 45 minutes while he looked out the window every 15 seconds (kind of a tick) to see if anyone was coming. And if there was music, it took him at least 10 minutes of "dude, perfect song, dude, dude, dude, *sniff* we're listening to "cocaine" and we're *snort* blowing lines, dude, man, man you know, this is really, dude, uhhh, dude this is good coke *drip*" to find something to listen to. Half an hour later when he finally came to his senses and realized the safest thing to do with the coke on his desk is to snort it to get rid of it instead of sketching out about getting caught with it on his desk, he would physically try to block you from leaving his room because the only way he ever got anyone to hang out with him was via coke, and he wanted to take full advantage of your company to tell you about how he was quitting the blow tomorrow.
"Dude, I'm done with this shit. I'm gunna pick up a half tomorrow, this is the LAST TIME, I just need to make some money dude. Dude, can you help me sell that shit? I've hit you up alot man, can I get 10 bucks? I don't need this shit man I'm just doing it one more time to pay off my bank then I'm done." "I need your help man, I need your support quitting after we blow this shit tonight. Don't let me do it man." (next day) "Fuck you, man, dude I don't have a problem, I got this shit under control dude it's only so I can study." "The reason I never sleep and people always see me up at 6am is cause it's always been that way. I'm a night person, man, I like the night. I got this problem man, I need this shit to stay focused on my work. All I got is adderall to bump, that shit will pick you up you know. I can't stop taking it man, I got this condition, I need it to focus man I can't do without it."
Guy was completely fuckin' insane by the end of the school year. He NEVER slept except once every 3 days he took benzos and would sleep for 24 hours at a time. All the staff, all the students, all the RA's, even the people who worked in the kitchen staff knew he was a cokehead. His best friends were, ironically, the night security staff because they were always up at the same time. He basically wore out his welcome with just about everyone he knew, people that once called him his friends, cause his sketchy, paranoid behavior and erratic, scattered existence scared everyone and he was simply depressing to be around.
The only thing that got him off the blow was getting caught selling to undercover cops and getting hit with alot of charges. He took his roommate down with him, too... kind of a sad story.
