I did cocaine. It made me feel like a new man. And the first thing that new man wanted was another line. It killed my "off" button. It enabled me to spend enormous amounts of money in a very short time and consume enormous amounts of alcohol, marijuana and anything else that was available. A Gypsy Joker offered me crank. He told me it was just like coke only cheaper. It wasn't. It was a poor substitute. I got so spun up I stayed up all night building an electric water pipe. The next day Mt. St. Helens blew and I was called in to work. At the time I was working for the Forest Service. I made a lot of money that summer on overtime and most of it went up my nose. Then some friends and I closed down a bar and went off to party at a house nearby. He was riding on the back of a motorcycle. The driver took a corner a little too wide and got too close to a truck coming the other way. The mirror on that truck took my friends face off. Literally. After that I decided I'd had enough.
can you imagine the face he made in the mirror as he looked into it a split second before it went down? heavy
No, I can't. It was the back side of the mirror that whacked him. By the time I caught up with him he was dead and his face had been removed by the mirror and was a bloody mess.
wow..Jokers, Brothers Speed, people I have not thought of in a long while. Back when the cola was blue or yellow, crank was glass and clean..then the dirty brown crank, guys were no longer high on the hog, just high. Friends pulling guns on friends, people vanishing Thread pulled another ghost out of the old bag..went to get a coffee and ran into the xwife of my south of the border hookup..she let me know that he is still on the seconed half of a thirty year lock up..wanted to know if I needed anything... yikes! Last time I had a touch of meth, I had found a bag on the ground at a circle K, carried it around for two days ..dunno, was giong to wait till it melted or I got the courage to give it a run...decided to flush it and forget it..still laugh at that to myself. On the other hand, there is not a bag of coke big enough for me to snort a line or rock up a toke..anything less than a dumptruck would just piss me off..still get the call once in a while, thank God its not very loud
Cocaine is a helluva drug. I've done it, I love it, and that's why I don't do it anymore. It's too much fun for me to be able to control. I have a very addictive personality. And Mags...100 for an 8-ball? Damn you did have the hook up.
