Citation: Dawn. "So Addicting...: An Experience with Cocaine (exp11964)". Erowid.org. Dec 22, 2019. erowid.org/exp/11964
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Last summer, I started hanging out with some friends that did coke. I had always heard such bad things about it, how addicting it was, and I never wanted to try it. Everytime they offered it to me, I would turn it down. But one time, he offered it so me, and I said, well, I've gotta try everything atleast once, so I did it. I loved it so much. I felt so good, I had so much energy, I wished I was always coked up. Everyday he came over and we would get more, and I did it with him every time. When school started I tried to cut down to only on the weekends.. That didnt work.
I couldnt help it, I loved coke so much. Over those last few months I had spent just about all the money I ever got into my hands on coke..of course, I didnt think I was an addict.
One night all my girls were over, and from about 6 till 1 in the morning, we blew lines, I must'of used about 2 or 3 grams.
The next morning, christmas eve, I woke up and ran out to the mall with my sister. All the walking around gave me a stomach ache, I felt like I wanted to throw up or pass out. We were on the check out line, all of a sudden I got really lightheaded and dizzy and the next thing I remember I was lying on the floor and my sister was asking me why I just passed out. There was a cop there and he asked me if I had taken any drugs, he said something about a seizure, and about me almost dying, so I quickly got up, tried to stand but passed out again. About 20 mins later I woke up, 3 paramedics and another cop had gotten there, they were crowded around me and my sister was hysterical asking me what I was on.. I said nothing.
After a bunch of tests, I convinced the paramedics that I just hadnt eaten anything that morning, and I was feeling better. Driving home I told my sister about the coke the night before. She promised not to say anything, as long as I never touched the shit again. I agreed, needless to say that 3 days later, I was blowing lines with my friends again, then making our new years resolution to stop.. For good. (or just doing it on saterdays and special occasions)
When I think about that day, I feel like it was a dream, like it never even happened. I'm a coke-head. I just cant get that into my brain, that I almost died, and people die fom this shit all the time, that I've got to stop..
But its so tempting..
Coke is evil..
But I love it..
Just wish I never tried it to begin with..
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