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Drugs: Different strokes, different folks
So, I get drunk all the time. The other night I was hanging out with crack heads, and I smoked crack. Very rare, but fun. I brought over a very expensive bottle of tequila and it was an awful experience, crack heads are awful. Nothing really matters when you smoke crack apparently. Except the next high. Lame. I like to get stoned, and get drunk on fine spirits. Didn't matter to them. Out of my league. Not my thing.
A few weekends ago, totally separate crowd (crack heads don't snort with K bunnies) I was doing K. They like to get fucked up. They go to extreme efforts to cross the border and go get it and come back. Scary. Dangerous. Hey, they made it back. Let's do some fucking K.
Except, I don't know where I am, who I am, or anything. I feel like shit from the night before, I'm not an expert K tripper. Apparently you can get really good at doing K (your nostrils become semi-unusable) and do it for days and everything is cool. As long as you have a lounge (complacent K user who trips with you home-owner/lesee)/house.
Why do I hate all of my friends? Why am I such an alcoholic? I don't like being around other people unless I'm drinking and doing drugs. Is my life over?
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