shit I went to college with a kid whose mom was a bigwig at the Peruvian embassy, he had diplomatic immunity, he could carry a bag through security and customs without getting it searched. And he went home a lot. Ever seen pink blow?
Pink? Pure cocaine hydrochloride should be white as the driven snow, so something was off there.
nah you can google it they used some processing agent in peru back in the day apparently. The rocks look white but it had a pink tone inside when you sliced into it.
edit: more google research has revealed that there is now pink blow with some other drug mixed in, this was not that. If you google "pink cocaine" the first result is spot on. In fact the quote "if this is cocaine, then what the fuck have I been snorting?" is something I distinctly remember saying myself.
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Well it was touch and go for a while. That's why I left home, first for AK(big mistake) and then the Navy. I have no regrets but if I had stayed in my home town, I would likely still be a cokehead.
Pink coke was real, it wasn't really pink but the crystal flakes had a pink hue. It had something to do with how the base was processed. It was either acetone or ether if I remember correctly. We usually got the ether based coke from Rusty. He was some kind of merchant marine or deep water fisherman if I remember. Those days are a little hazy.
Balls for 90 bucks and coke whores who were just regular chicks, not total skezze bags .... and you people actually came out the other side and maintained employment?..... what kind of dream world fantasy was this?
edit: the above post answers some of this...
"Its not the arrow, its the Indian" - M.Pinto
It was the '80s. I was working construction and on dairy farms. I remember more than one night driving around with a couple of chicks I went to HS with getting numb and fucking(not very well) until dawn.
There was a short period in the early '90s when we did a lot of crank. It didn't seem like a big deal. We were hanging around with a crowd from the East Bay and it was the thing to do. It wasn't the same as coke though. It was really good quality and one line would get you high as fuck for most of the night. I never had a problem with crank getting hooked though. I was still in the Navy and when I moved on from those friends I just stopped. Never used since.
In the late 90's I was working shipping and receiving. I remember driving around one night with some chicks I went to high school with .... we didn't have any blow ....so we went to Tim Hortons and everyone got home at a reasonable hour.
"Its not the arrow, its the Indian" - M.Pinto
The 80's was a helluva year......
What were we talkin about again?
Bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste goood.
lol
The reason I always thought coke was evil is this: for all the other "common" drugs, you reach a point where you don't want more. It may take a while, but at some point some dude's gonna pass you a bowl and you'll say "no man, I'm too high". Someone hands you drinks, at some point you'll get the spins or pass out. Someone's feeding you acid or sillycybin and you're tripping balls, there's no way you want more. But the above quote? After that first line, if someone offered you a second 5 minutes later, you'd snort it. And another, and another, and another. it does. not. stop.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
.M.O.R.E.
Nothing really good happens after that first toot. Yer convinced that the next pull will equal or better that very first one and no matter how hard you chase it, it just never ever happens.
I am not in your hurry
I don't know ....about 4 days in you reach a sleep deprived panic state, but u are wide awake and can't breath through either nostril, thus increasing the anxiety with every breath. At that point you would do anything for a tranquilizer to put you down, and it feels cold. Way too cold for a houseboat in the okanogan.
At least that's what some one told me. I wouldn't know.
"Its not the arrow, its the Indian" - M.Pinto
Chasing it doesn't make it less fun!...until that next afternoon
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
Judging from the replies I'm not sure anyone in here knows how to party anymore.
Luckily methinks most people still down bites the tongue.
"What does a gram of coke taste like? MORE." Is the way we heard it.
Also the famous Robin Williams quote, "Cocaine is God's way of telling you you have too much money."
But, me and my friends had a lot of fun, did a lot of good blow, and we're all still alive, So whatever.
Death hangovers from alcohol and blow combined stopped me from doing blow more than anything else. Just pounding drinks and not feeling them at all, and almost dying the next day, that got old.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
That shit was bad. The worst.
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