Takes me back to a random night where some (ex?) co workers and I were hanging out all night being stupid. One of those evenings where it just goes and stretches out. Went to pub. Went to Karaoke Bar. Ended up at someone’s house. They bust out the coke. I have never done coke. I have no objection to coke. If there’s one thing I took away from FALIV, it’s that you are meant to respect drugs, and understand their fucking effects properly before doing them.
I am in the middle of an awful depressive episode. I’m curious about coke, and I am in the ideal circumstance to do it : in a safe home, surrounded by people I’ve known for years. But the mindset is not there. I know there’s an “upper, then downer” effect, and I am not interested in the downer part, since I already have my depression acting up.
They start doing the coke the most British IT nerd fucking way I could have ever imagined. Off plates, using cut up plastic straws. Everyone has several cut up straws and there’s plenty to spare. One of them tells us the story of why it is that you need to not use money.
He’s into the club scene. He goes to Ibiza and stuff like that. One time he did his thing, snorted some coke using money. Didn’t think about it. Then he had a breakout of sores covering his nose and lips (where he put the cash). He goes to the doctor, and finds out that’s why that’s been happening.
We spend the night chatting shit, (them) doing coke, eating stupid junk food, going out at 5am for energy drinks and fags, and taking the first train home.
I might have smoked or not smoked any combination of weed and or tobacco.
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I don’t do it anymore, but back when I was a young man I had a short metal straw, a metal credit card looking thing (not sharp, it crushed things more than chopping them), an aluminum tray, and a snuff vial with a tiny spoon.
Or just use straws. Cut them up in to thirds. They are cheap. You don’t have to share them.
also stop using razors on glass surfaces. Use plastic. You are less likely to scratch glass. You don’t want glass in your system.
Takes me back to a random night where some (ex?) co workers and I were hanging out all night being stupid. One of those evenings where it just goes and stretches out. Went to pub. Went to Karaoke Bar. Ended up at someone’s house. They bust out the coke. I have never done coke. I have no objection to coke. If there’s one thing I took away from FALIV, it’s that you are meant to respect drugs, and understand their fucking effects properly before doing them.
I am in the middle of an awful depressive episode. I’m curious about coke, and I am in the ideal circumstance to do it : in a safe home, surrounded by people I’ve known for years. But the mindset is not there. I know there’s an “upper, then downer” effect, and I am not interested in the downer part, since I already have my depression acting up.
They start doing the coke the most British IT nerd fucking way I could have ever imagined. Off plates, using cut up plastic straws. Everyone has several cut up straws and there’s plenty to spare. One of them tells us the story of why it is that you need to not use money.
He’s into the club scene. He goes to Ibiza and stuff like that. One time he did his thing, snorted some coke using money. Didn’t think about it. Then he had a breakout of sores covering his nose and lips (where he put the cash). He goes to the doctor, and finds out that’s why that’s been happening.
We spend the night chatting shit, (them) doing coke, eating stupid junk food, going out at 5am for energy drinks and fags, and taking the first train home.
I might have smoked or not smoked any combination of weed and or tobacco.
Fun night.
Oh no. That bill has been between someone’s cheeks.
Thank you for sharing your story.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you for writing a reply too. Sometimes it’s fun just to write/tell a story for the sake of it, and getting positive feedback makes it feel like I did a good job at it as well as getting to express myself.
I don’t do it anymore, but back when I was a young man I had a short metal straw, a metal credit card looking thing (not sharp, it crushed things more than chopping them), an aluminum tray, and a snuff vial with a tiny spoon.