I was once, for a first time, given some very good cocaine on a train. I remember taking it and my ego swelling – and then I remember coming to my senses running up the middle of the road with traffic on either side of me thinking “What the fuck am I doing here?”.
People have offered me stuff since that they call cocaine, and it’s been nothing like as pure. To be honest I don’t rate it overall – the effects vary with quality too much and quite frankly I have enough ego without it. Maybe I’d try coca leaf, the unpurified natural form, as a gentle stimulant. Never (for me anyway) this chemical crystal as a habit. I’m quite enough of an arsehole without it.
I laugh at crack. Death sentence. Waste of “good” cocaine crystal which I don’t think is much if any of a winners habit. More like a losers zimmer frame if you’ll pardon the expression (I don’t laugh at real life zimmer frames). Whiners excuse, that’s quite relevant but so are other habits.
