Citation: ABcowgirl77. "Nostalgia: An Experience with Cocaine (exp43016)". Erowid.org. Sep 15, 2017. erowid.org/exp/43016
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A couple nights ago I was outside of a party smoking a cigarette with a couple fellow nicotine abusers. I was, as I am quite often these days, eager to talk about cocaine... somehow the conversation turned to my favorite subject and I was soon engaged in recalling the good old days when I was a cocaine user. We chatted about how every trip to the bathroom was an adventure. I didn't drink as much when I went to bars with my friends because I preferred the cocaine high and I was pretty much alone in my usage. So I would count the time until I could comfortably excuse myself, blaming all the water I'd been consuming for my urge to do another quick line. In those days I used to hit two or three fat lines before I went out for the night, anywhere between 5 and 10 good lines during the night, and a couple as I drove my inebriated and often passed out friends home. I was never so hardcore as to blow lines every waking moment, though sometimes I wish I'd had the opportunity.
I was never so hardcore as to blow lines every waking moment, though sometimes I wish I'd had the opportunity.
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I had done some coke in high school, but I'd always been nervous and conservative, preferring ecstasy and pot in those days. I never did enough to make me fall in love. But then, a little while ago I met Frankie, who offered me some and I said why not. He was my only fellow coke user in my group of friends, and since he was a daytime acquaintance and considerably older than I was, I rarely saw him when I was out partying. He was an attentive dealer, always calling me and I felt it only right to spend hundreds of dollars on excellent cocaine. At first the feeling in my nose made me uncomfortable. And the aftertaste in the back of my throat was anything but pleasant. But I learned to wash it down and later I craved it. I craved the tingling sensation in my nose. I couldn't wait until we were going out so I could start packing my nose! I carried a plastic bic pen with me so I could pull the tip and ink out and use the empty tube to snort off of a card.
But when I moved up north again I lost my one coke contact and figured it must be a good time to quit snorting... And that's what led me to standing outside of a party wishing I knew someone to do coke with!!! but such is life, until next time I guess...
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