IpushFatKids
Banned
couple of times in college. Felt like gawd srs.
Anyone here ever did coke?
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almost tried it one night off the strength of this song...sh!t bangs...but then I realized I didnt want to be a coke head 
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*Raises hand*
I havent touched the stuff in 3 years though... College was fun
I havent touched the stuff in 3 years though... College was fun
avon barksdale
i want my corners
naw because im not no bytch...straight drinking here
From 17-21, heavily from 17-19, a few grams everyday, I was lining them up between class, during class, after glass in high school for two years. A lot of stories, one though, I used to have phys ed second period, so I'd come to school, hit a few lines in the bathroom, once during first period, eat something at break, hot cheetos and cookies, then hit a few before second, and more then once, I had to run laps to start the class, I'd be holding my hand to my heart, geeked and sweating hoping i didn't have a heart attack.
I wrote a book about that shyt man, have a few hundred pages about high school already...
I wrote a book about that shyt man, have a few hundred pages about high school already...
Demonface
Pro
Never did this stupid shyt and don't plan on doing it either
IpushFatKids
Banned
Fuark brah lol whats your book about exactly your life experiences or ? where do you live?
Just my life, I plan on started from the beginning, but when i went to write it two years ago, i started from the end of middle school, 2000- and covered to about the end of 2003.
Excerpt from late fall 2003, when I was really pretty strung out bloody nose everyday and shyt..
It had all gotten to be Easton Eliis, in East County. Vast parties at panoramic mansions, clandestine cocaine use in elegantly sculpted bathrooms, the disaffected youth smoking joints in their parents cars, had become an assemblage of drug dealers and users, who lusted after the girls of ASB and other virtuous activities. It was an irony that was not lost on me, as I continued on, to the next party, the next drink, the next hurried line cut on someone's bathroom sink. I floated through these parties, adrift in decadence, looking for something, I was unlikely to find with a blocked nasal passage, and bloodstream full of alcohol. Lost in the crowd, alone in the party. I had begun to feel the misery and isolation of drug use, in previous months it was there, but became, sharper and more defined, yet I wandered on, buried myself in my work, seeking to alleviate my angst with money and drugs. I look back with clarity and insight of age, and I am, at once, disgusted and amused by these memories I still carry.
9:45 A.M: Hurriedly chopping out lines inside the bathroom stall, flattening the small pile of powder with a card, which lay upon the quickly wiped stainless still toilet paper dispenser, directly to the left of the toilet, I was late for class. I continued in my ritual, leaning down with a red and white cut off straw and ingesting a handful of lines, before shoving the pink plastic baggie, the straw and the card in my jacket pocket. I gagged harshly, and felt the heavy nasal burn as the powder raced up my nostrils. I hadn't eaten much, and I felt vaguely nauseous, a sickly, warm feeling. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror, washed my hands, which were sweaty and shaky, and walked into Study Hall, second period, and sat down. About 60 kids were assembled in two classrooms, heads down, headphones on, working on homework, or staring into space. It was deathly quiet. I was too distracted to listen to anything other then my heart rate, I crossed my arms, feeling my heart, discreetly, and tried to relax. The numbing chemical drips continued, as I grimaced in discomfort, and shifted my position endlessly. I was high and uncomfortable, much more so, when I realized, that I hadn't closed the baggie earlier, my fingertips came out from the inside pocket of my jacket, white and oily, horrified, I tried to wipe them off on the jacket, but powder seemed to be all over me, I brushed the jacket off, as quietly as I could. I got permission to go to the bathroom, and salvaged the situation, turning my jacket pocket inside out, on the toilet paper dispenser, I scraped 3/4 into the baggie, and sealed it, and snorted the rest, returning to study hall, as uncomfortable , and nauseous as before.
Excerpt from late fall 2003, when I was really pretty strung out bloody nose everyday and shyt..
It had all gotten to be Easton Eliis, in East County. Vast parties at panoramic mansions, clandestine cocaine use in elegantly sculpted bathrooms, the disaffected youth smoking joints in their parents cars, had become an assemblage of drug dealers and users, who lusted after the girls of ASB and other virtuous activities. It was an irony that was not lost on me, as I continued on, to the next party, the next drink, the next hurried line cut on someone's bathroom sink. I floated through these parties, adrift in decadence, looking for something, I was unlikely to find with a blocked nasal passage, and bloodstream full of alcohol. Lost in the crowd, alone in the party. I had begun to feel the misery and isolation of drug use, in previous months it was there, but became, sharper and more defined, yet I wandered on, buried myself in my work, seeking to alleviate my angst with money and drugs. I look back with clarity and insight of age, and I am, at once, disgusted and amused by these memories I still carry.
9:45 A.M: Hurriedly chopping out lines inside the bathroom stall, flattening the small pile of powder with a card, which lay upon the quickly wiped stainless still toilet paper dispenser, directly to the left of the toilet, I was late for class. I continued in my ritual, leaning down with a red and white cut off straw and ingesting a handful of lines, before shoving the pink plastic baggie, the straw and the card in my jacket pocket. I gagged harshly, and felt the heavy nasal burn as the powder raced up my nostrils. I hadn't eaten much, and I felt vaguely nauseous, a sickly, warm feeling. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror, washed my hands, which were sweaty and shaky, and walked into Study Hall, second period, and sat down. About 60 kids were assembled in two classrooms, heads down, headphones on, working on homework, or staring into space. It was deathly quiet. I was too distracted to listen to anything other then my heart rate, I crossed my arms, feeling my heart, discreetly, and tried to relax. The numbing chemical drips continued, as I grimaced in discomfort, and shifted my position endlessly. I was high and uncomfortable, much more so, when I realized, that I hadn't closed the baggie earlier, my fingertips came out from the inside pocket of my jacket, white and oily, horrified, I tried to wipe them off on the jacket, but powder seemed to be all over me, I brushed the jacket off, as quietly as I could. I got permission to go to the bathroom, and salvaged the situation, turning my jacket pocket inside out, on the toilet paper dispenser, I scraped 3/4 into the baggie, and sealed it, and snorted the rest, returning to study hall, as uncomfortable , and nauseous as before.
I have n occasionally do now...
Was really heavy into it from 18-22...
I'm 24 goin into 25 next month, but I feel like vet in the coke game...
I do it occasionally if I know I'm gonna be drinkin a lot throughout the night...
But still, hate the hangovers you get the next day from licor n coke...
Don't do it kids...
Was really heavy into it from 18-22...
I'm 24 goin into 25 next month, but I feel like vet in the coke game...
I do it occasionally if I know I'm gonna be drinkin a lot throughout the night...
But still, hate the hangovers you get the next day from licor n coke...
Don't do it kids...
thoushallhustle
All Star
I was heavily into it for awhile. Soooooo much fun. But i quit once i stopped getting high off it. I had a MUCH harder time quitting weed and ciggs than coke
NYChase718
Veteran
the come down is the worst part and the anxiety
Yes. Definitely, I reference Ellis, I was pretty obsessed with all his work, but esp. 'Less The Zero' when I was in high school, I began to relate pretty heavily to the nihilism/addiction of the main character, if not his bisexuality. I've read it in the last few years, and it still is amazing writing, Ellis was 20 when he got it published, it's kind of basic and flat, compared to other works of his and others in the genre.
Haven't done any coke in 7 years, the thought crosses my mind at least a few times a month though.
IpushFatKids
Banned
Whats that book less that zero about? is it worth reading. Keep writing breh its therapeutic.
Kilgore Trout
Banned
Not since a couple weeks before new years.
I think im done with it but the fun we had
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-92qAjbGDo"]Darq E Freaker feat. Danny Brown - "Blueberry (Pills & Cocaine)" (Official Video) - YouTube[/ame]
Remeber the days?
Those days are over
I think im done with it but the fun we had
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-92qAjbGDo"]Darq E Freaker feat. Danny Brown - "Blueberry (Pills & Cocaine)" (Official Video) - YouTube[/ame]
Remeber the days?
Those days are over