| Cocaine Story
I remember doing cocaine for the first time when I was about 25 years old. I loved to drink beer and smoke pot. One day, out of the blue, all of sudden one of my friends starting showing up with a packet of this white powder. It was cocaine and it was folded up nice and neat, creating its own self containing envelope. He asked me if I wanted to try it and I said okay, sure. The first time I snorted it up my nose I got this burning sensation and I felt strange and kind of out of
it. But from then on I got this wonderful rush of good feelings. We would do just a little bit of it at a time to make the feeling and the supply last as long as possible. We started out doing it only on the weekends. Once in a while he couldn’t get it. What a disappointment. But whenever he did call and said “I scored some”, we were off and running. The anticipation of doing cocaine again seemed to bring excitement and anticipation. It wasn’t too long before
I was giving my friend money. At first it was to reimburse him for my portion. Then it wasn’t long afterwards, I gave him money upfront to buy some for me. Soon we were doing it every weekend. It became the main focus of all our activities. Whether it was playing sports, watching sports or just driving around, we wanted to have cocaine. It seemed to make the experience a lot more fun, exciting and enjoyable. We seemed to be funnier and time seemed to fly by and the wings
of cocaine. Our girlfriends all seemed to like doing “just a little” every once in a while too. Other women we met really appreciated us having some really good cocaine and it seemed to make them more receptive. Cocaine made me feel like I was important and gave me a certain powerful sense of control.
I soon become good friends with our dealer. He was only too happy to supply us with only the best cocaine on the street. It cost about $100 for a packet or $300 for an eighth of an ounce, also known as an “eight ball”. I could always find the money and the cost never seemed to bother me. Life was so much more exciting with cocaine in my pocket. When I had a full supply of cocaine in my pocket, I was ready to take on the world and fearless about getting caught by the
law or anything else, for that matter.
This went on for about 6 months or so. One night, we were sitting in the kitchen at my dealer’s house doing long lines of cocaine and drinking beer until the sun came up. Some how, I drove all the way home without incident. The next day the phone rang and was told my best friend, Fred, was dead. Fred had died from a massive heart attack. I was stunned and completely in shock. Fred was the nicest guy I have ever known. At his funeral I openly wept and still miss him to this
day. . I’ve had a lot of help and consider myself extremely fortunate. It could have been me instead of my pal Freddy.
Cocaine was never the same for me. The following month I checked myself into rehab for 38 days. It wasn’t easy, especially at first, but I have managed to stay off cocaine ever since. I hope my story helps other people who need to hear it.
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