And I was up until 6am. . .
This is crack, but mine looked better.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. It’s crack right? Yes, it is crack. Crack is one of those drugs that I never really saw myself doing (I said the same thing about heroin, ha!). I’ve just never really liked cocaine, where I live it’s hard to get good coke. Cocaine is always available, but it just isn’t that great of quality. At least that’s my opinion. I’ve seen some kids get off on the coke around here, but I’ve never really snorted coke and felt that amazingly euphoric feeling people talk about. I’ve injected cocaine, with and without heroin. Obviously, it’s better with heroin in my opinion, but none the less shooting coke was the only time I ever really got off on it. Crack lies in the same vein as IV cocaine (no pun intended) for me. Let me recall the nights events:
Last call: 2am
Me and a few buddies are at the bar. We’ve all had a couple drinks in celebration of our friends birthday. The bar is closing and we’ve got to leave, but I’m still looking to party. My friend is looking to pick up some dilaudid and some roxicodone. Luckily I know where to get the former, and I explain to him that I just talked to the girl that has them and she’s up smoking crack. She wants to know if we’ll buy in. Why the hell not? We only have to throw down $25, and this girl is notoriously generous with drugs when she’s on a crack binge. I got 11 four milligram dilaudids off her for free last time I was there and she was cracked out. So me and my buddy decide to head over there.
Upon entering the house. . .
Which is in the shitty part of town (lots of shootings, violence etc) right by the projects. Obviously an area where you’d expect to find crack. We go inside, throw down some cash and have the girl’s boyfriend load up a hit of crack. Sounds simple right? Apparently not. This guy was tweaked out he was picking up white specs of shit off the floor trying to determine their original origin.
Grain of rice? No, no impossible. This is gotta be crack. . .
After examining these small white particles (which didn’t originate from our bag anyway so I didn’t care) he would burn them.
If it burns black, it ain’t crack!!!! If it melts white, we’re alright!!!!
It took this guy 45-minutes to load up the pipe for us. After I asked about 15-minutes in if I could do it, he insisted that I would get higher with his method than my own. So I humored him and let him continue (he also has a lot of knives laying around). Finally after another 10-minutes of lecture on how to smoke crack, I’m allowed to hit it. I exhale, slowly rotating the pipe and inhaling being very careful not to burn the product. I can feel the anesthetic qualities of cocaine in the back of my throat, it’s numb. I inhale as far as I can and hold the smoke deep in my lungs. I exhale the crack smoke, I can’t feel my lips, tongue or throat. Nice. Then comes the bellringer. It’s hard to describe what a bellringer feels like, it’s kind of like nitrous oxide where your ears have an odd electric sound in them. But crack is warmer on the ears. I can feel my face flush and my vision wobbles from side to side, much like ecstasy. This was all followed by immediate and intense nausea – which gradually got better as the crack wore off. As I sat down I actually nodded off a slight bit like a nitrous oxide high. The total duration of the “good” part of crack lasted only 10-15 minutes. It was followed by about a half hour of pleasant wakefulness and empathy. Many of the aspects of the high reminded me of ecstasy, and other stimulant based highs.
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