Citation: jazzypants. "Hell, Why Not?: An Experience with Cocaine (Crack) (exp67114)". Erowid.org. Oct 3, 2017. erowid.org/exp/67114
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After spending a rather boring evening socializing with my grandmother (her idea of 'socializing' involves me moving boxes around her house randomly and yelling at me about our disagreements about Fox News[the one tv channel ever to be assured to be on in her house, and the one thing she seems to have an opinion about. Sorry, I digress.]), I came home to something rather surprising. I found three men hanging out around my table(a not very uncommon sight, my house is a renowned party hub) in various states of intoxication, with the wild, shooting eyes and the sense of general euphoria that I tend to associate with cocaine. When I promptly asked for a line, in order to excuse them being in my house without my permission, they only had one thing to say.
'This isn't cocaine.', my friend Jesse bluntly replied with a smug smile resting on his face.
'Well, then' I remarked, 'What the hell do you have?'
'Crack.' He grinned devilishly.
'Oh, come on, you guys. I thought that we were all above that. You guys know that's a dirty drug. I don't want to have to find myself dragging you, wearing only a pink tutu, out of a gutter in three weeks because you finally got addicted to something you couldn't control.'
He laughed, and then stated our token general policy of 'Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.' as he handed me a homemade crack pipe with a rock cozily sitting on top of it, anticipatively waiting for me to smoke it.
It was at this point where I lost self-control, and simply decided to see for myself what this most enigmatic, very talked-about drug was really like.
T-00:30: I take the pipe, with a brillo pad on the end, and light up the crack rock. It melts just like I've been told it would, and I inhale the smoke. It's nowhere near as rancid as I thought, but it does have a bit of a plasticy aftertaste to it.
T-00:00: I hold the smoke in as long as I can, and I immediately begin to feel a bit of a head rush.
T+00:30: This must be some good crack, I think to myself. I'm swimming in a relaxed, euphoric mindset, and I can already see how people could get addicted to this drug. I feel damn good. I'm all smiles.
T+04:30: I wave goodbye to my friends as they go off to watch a movie, and I feel like I'm on top of the world. I've already got a hankering for more crack, and I've only had two hits in my life! I know that I will have to suppress this feeling, but I can totally see how people could get sucked into this drug.
T+10:00: I smoke some pot and relax. The crack has already begun to wane, but I feel alright. Not nearly as anxiety-wracked as I often am after cocaine.
Overall, I'm pretty cool with crack. I don't plan on using it every night or anything, but I'll take a hit if anyone ever offers.
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