Originally posted by rdevito
I thought crack was something like: use it once and you will be forever dependent.
I don't know why he even tried it, especially considering he sounds like he has an addictive personality. What next? Heroine, Meth and Bath Salts?
It's a horrible drug, and one of the hardest drugs to quit. I read a book recently (by Bill Clegg, who was a crack addict). The drug messes with the most basic biological drives.. the brain comes to associate it with the fundamentals of just being alive. The brain says, "You need water, you're terribly thirsty...get crack NOW or you will DIE." Quitting crack is, apparently, very much like starving to death and dying of thirst at the same time, for ages. (weeks? I'm not sure how long the detox takes.)
In any event, OP, you should really consider getting some help if you can't do it on your own. The first step being disassociating yourself completely from these crackheads and K 'bunnies' you speak of.
Good luck.
Guest
I just watched a documentary about Ketamine, it was pretty cool actually. Part of it had some hometown flavour in it so maybe that's why it was extra cool to watch it.
*edit: I decided to cut the video out, considering showing the OP ketamine addicts getting high probably isn't the best idea
Allied Nations
post the link to the doc pls
Halcyon+On+On
dinoXpress wants to watch it while gobbling up his KETAMINE BROWNIES.
Blake
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Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
KETAMINE BROWNIES
This isn't a real thing, is it o_O ?
Mustafa Shaheen
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Originally posted by Evolve140
So, I get drunk all the time. The other night I was hanging out with crack heads, and I smoked crack.
Except, I don't know where I am, who I am, or anything. I feel like from the night before,owner/lesee)/house.
You don't know what the happened while you were on crack and K, you probably sucked a dick or two but didn't notice the next day because you still had the taste of ass and waffles in your mouth.
InnerReflection
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Originally posted by Evolve140
Except, I don't know where I am, who I am, or anything.
Do you ever truely know who you are?
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Originally posted by Miss Pie
I have to laugh at K heads, because K really ruins the bladder. Can't wait till all these people are 40 year old pants pissers. Lol.
Hence why I like mxe
r5a
hey this is a cool thread
wait nope/
Guest
Eh it here it is
DJ RANN
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Originally posted by Evolve140
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 ed 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 ing K.
Except, I don't know where I am, who I am, or anything. I feel like 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?
Bro, sorry to hear it. I was reading this and thought, must be a usual c0r thread then relaised it was you. Sounds pretty rough to be honest.
I caned near most everything in my earlier years (lol, I'm really not that old now though) and found that nearly all the friends you hang with to do drugs with, aren't worth hanging with when you're not doing them. That's a tricky situation to be in because you can end up doing drugs just to be social.
Crack 'aint fun. According to an ex crack head friend, the only slightly better way to get off it is to substitute the crack for coke and ween yourself off that, but is gonna be 'spensive.
K is not a good idea at all. I have several friends who really ed themselves up, and some problems only surfaced long after they had stopped doing it. Not worth it.
My advice: Get some friends that you don't need to get wasted with. Alcohol? Don't really sweat it, unless you're having a drink to wake up to or get the shakes when you go without. By american standards, I'm a full blown alcoholic (two or more drinks a day). I can easily do two bottles of wine a night without even thinking about it and that's on weeknights. No hangover or side effects, so don't stress about that one.
Ted Promo
Slipped black velvet pills to make the vocal chords tremble, a feeling of felt and stark raised welts we can meet the edge of the star nearest to ours and singe the tips of our fingers on the corona in an initiation ceremony. Acrimony. The sturdiness of our vascular system coupled with the bucking structures of our immune, we can commune and flip the pages past the ageless last minutes of the stages passed beneath our tired and curled toes. The spark of the day roiled out at the flushing of our last spoon, eyes met jarringly. Fists released to dangled appendages suspended, swinging in an uncontrolled orbit circling right above the spot on the hardwood where we will make our nest abruptly, exhale finally, and hibernate violently. Until the high let's us get to chevron for some parliaments and some fourlocos.
Sushipunk
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Originally posted by Ted Promo
Slipped black velvet pills to make the vocal chords tremble, a feeling of felt and stark raised welts we can meet the edge of the star nearest to ours and singe the tips of our fingers on the corona in an initiation ceremony. Acrimony. The sturdiness of our vascular system coupled with the bucking structures of our immune, we can commune and flip the pages past the ageless last minutes of the stages passed beneath our tired and curled toes. The spark of the day roiled out at the flushing of our last spoon, eyes met jarringly. Fists released to dangled appendages suspended, swinging in an uncontrolled orbit circling right above the spot on the hardwood where we will make our nest abruptly, exhale finally, and hibernate violently. Until the high let's us get to chevron for some parliaments and some fourlocos.
Please tell me you're writing a book. I want to read it. Readingly.
