Spent my 30th in Miami. My home girl talked me into tooting a line for the first time and I threw up twice in the lobby of the Marlin Hotel on Collins Ave. Threw up once literally right on the concierge desk and then a few minutes later on some Israeli guy's Russian body guard. Dude looked like he was about to put me in the trunk and make me disappear. Then dropped some decent bread for an escort and couldn't even perform when she got to the room. Wasted money for nothing. The blow was cool but that shyt is no go when trying to have sex. That was enough to make me not want to do it ever again. Fun memory tho