DOSE:

repeated

smoked

Crack

BODY WEIGHT:

75 kg

I had never rated cocaine very highly as a drug. Even as I grew more experienced and made better contacts, even high-purity cocaine seemed to me a lackluster drug with a short, disappointingly subtle high and an outlandish cost.

I had done it a few dozen times, usually when offered by friends, but never rated it very highly. It all changed one day when a friend of mine introduced me to freebase. Using ammonia, a spoon and heat, he cooked a small baggie of flake into an oily freebase, which quickly hardened to a rock which looked to be much smaller than the pile which went into solution.

My friend assured me none of the good stuff was wasted, and stuck a hefty-sized rock into my short metal pipe. As instructed by my friend, I first carefully melted the rock into the ash and screen, and finally torched it down until none was left. Holding the smoke in as I was told to do, I felt an immensely powerful high numbing my entire head, and I heard the classic metallic clang of the 'bellringer'. I began to sweat, but felt euphoric waves pulse from within me, not unlike a long-awaited unstoppable climax.

We finished a ridiculous amount, over 2g each, of the freebase in less than 2 hours, smoking joints in between too. After this session, less than 2% of the cocaine I have used has been insufflated.

It was a kind of guilty pleasure I'd treat myself to once every two, three months, and I'd never smoke more than a gram, but it would always be gone in one sesh – as is the tendency with cocaine.

Then, one day, in circumstances I will not disclose here, I came into a large amount of money. I also happened to find myself on ridiculous amounts of benzodiazepines while I was still loaded, and I found myself in possession of thirty grams of cocaine – a 10g bag which had been tested to be 78% pure, and the other 20 far purer based on extensive testing (how much more extensive can you get than going through almost two thirds of an ounce by your lonesome)?

I was feeling depressed, my few friends had all gone abroad for college, and my internet service got cut off for a few days until I paid my bill. So, with fuck all to do and quite a bit of excellent cocaine lying around, what was a man to do?

I thought I'd only taste a little, so I weighed out 2 grams from the less-pure blow and rocked up.

I smoked the two grams that night, but just as I was getting ready for bed, I decided to cook up two hits more. Another 5 hits followed, until I finally gave in – I wasn't getting high to any significant degree.

The next morning I woke up and was cooking up more freebase by the stove before half an hour had passed. It set the mood for the whole day – smoking crack. I initially laughed, but then felt serious concern, even pity for myself - I had turned into a crackhead overnight, or at least my metamorphosis was well underway, unless I did something. So I took action: smoked a big fat rock. The first couple of monster hits I torched gave me a sort of high, but a faint shadow of the previous day's first bellringer.

No more bellringers were to come, and this pattern continued day after day. After three weeks I'd gone through the thirty grams, when I'd last gotten high some eday during the first week – otherwise, it was just some inexplicable desire to smoke more, even though I knew full well it would only make it worse.

After the 30g was done, I scoured the floor for crack rocks, gaining a few seconds of momentary glee each time, followed by even worse cravings and depression.

I finally decided to clean my house of all crumbs that might make my pathetic self try my luck (did so at least twice with amphetamine sulphate, which tastes like roasted turd when smoked).

The withdrawals, when they came, were horrible – and they came fast. Extreme paranoia, the clichéd but completely real sensations of insects crawling all over me, sometimes inside me, restlessness, spasticity, panic attacks, insomnia, irritability, visual disturbances or mild hallucinations.... All topped off by insane cravings for more cocaine.

I was quite happy to eat haloperidol for a week after I ran out of blow. I didn't touch it for a good three months, but now I use it again, very rarely. I don't want to go through that again.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 98932
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Oct 20, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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