NorthofEngland
Well-Known Member
On more than a few occasions I have started to smoke a rock, with the genuine intention of using £20 or £40 worth, as a special treat, but not going crazy on it. Then the 'compulsion' has taken over and I've wiped out my savings in a 3 day orgy of nihilistic self destruction that defies logic.
You see I don't even particularly enjoy how it makes me feel.
It makes me jittery and nervous, paranoid and unable to find interest in ANY other thing apart from smoking more rock,,,,?
"I'm not enjoying this but I cannot wait to do a little more".
If it was a substance that I found truly pleasurable (as I find the feelings created by powerful opioids) I could understand the damage to my health and finances being pushed to one side, but cocaine doesn't even feel nice
It just causes a powerfully intense compulsion to keep smoking until you positively absolutely can no longer get any more.
A feeling of panic comes over me when the last pipe has been smoked.
The carpet is scrutinised for any possible crumb or flake that may have been dropped
(this often leads to everything from breadcrumbs to dandruff being smoked before the inevitable utter failure is accepted).
I have often thought that if cocaine could be bought in corner shops, for the price of sugar, less people would use it to get high than do now.
The criminality of the substance and, by extension, it's extremely high price have given it a reputation that it really doesn't deserve.
A controversial and elite image help cocaine to seduce each new generation into making the same mistakes.
It lacks the image of AIDS and discarded needles in filthy public toilets that scares away potential Heroin first timers
and, instead, as a Hollywood glamour and fashionable rebel type of image.
No advertising campaign could have made cocaine seem so sexy.
The repeated attempts to discourage it's use have had the opposite effect
and the DEA (amongst others) have raised the image of cocaine up to the VERSACE of drugs
the ARMANI of narcotics.
It is also used as a status symbol in some circles.
More than expensive cars or designer suits
nothing says 'SUCCESS' like chopping long fat lines with a platinum card
then passing around the 'white gold' with a carefree abandon.
You see I don't even particularly enjoy how it makes me feel.
It makes me jittery and nervous, paranoid and unable to find interest in ANY other thing apart from smoking more rock,,,,?
"I'm not enjoying this but I cannot wait to do a little more".
If it was a substance that I found truly pleasurable (as I find the feelings created by powerful opioids) I could understand the damage to my health and finances being pushed to one side, but cocaine doesn't even feel nice
It just causes a powerfully intense compulsion to keep smoking until you positively absolutely can no longer get any more.
A feeling of panic comes over me when the last pipe has been smoked.
The carpet is scrutinised for any possible crumb or flake that may have been dropped
(this often leads to everything from breadcrumbs to dandruff being smoked before the inevitable utter failure is accepted).
I have often thought that if cocaine could be bought in corner shops, for the price of sugar, less people would use it to get high than do now.
The criminality of the substance and, by extension, it's extremely high price have given it a reputation that it really doesn't deserve.
A controversial and elite image help cocaine to seduce each new generation into making the same mistakes.
It lacks the image of AIDS and discarded needles in filthy public toilets that scares away potential Heroin first timers
and, instead, as a Hollywood glamour and fashionable rebel type of image.
No advertising campaign could have made cocaine seem so sexy.
The repeated attempts to discourage it's use have had the opposite effect
and the DEA (amongst others) have raised the image of cocaine up to the VERSACE of drugs
the ARMANI of narcotics.
It is also used as a status symbol in some circles.
More than expensive cars or designer suits
nothing says 'SUCCESS' like chopping long fat lines with a platinum card
then passing around the 'white gold' with a carefree abandon.
