Citation: KGood. "The Ninety-Dollar Gram: An Experience with Cocaine (exp67234)". Erowid.org. Mar 9, 2020. erowid.org/exp/67234
I have done powder only a handful of times in the past year-and-a-half, and I plan on continuing my infrequent use for some time to come. I recognize that cocaine is very good, but also very dangerous; and, it requires a great deal of respect.
I will only snort powder, smoke weed, roll, and pop pills with a few exceptions. Acid, shrooms, meth, crack, and heroin and IV usage are not my cup of tea.
My first experience with powder was not as good as the one I am going to tell about.
NOVEMBER 14th, 2007
I just paid $90 for a gram. The guy told me it was primo, for real. Did I get shitted? I thought pure cocaine was yellowish, and this stuff was white, and looked like the other grams I had bought for $40. I was not sure, but the deal was done, and I was eager to toot.
I get back home, run in, go to the bathroom, snort two lines, grab my cigarettes off the table, and head next door to hang out with my buddies.
I get there and ninety seconds had gone by since I consumed the coke. It just kicked in. I can paint a room, fight a pitbull, win a mile-long sprint, and twirl the world on the tip of my trigger finger. I thought that I would like to see that image of myself playing hoops with the globe on a box of Wheaties, which led my to thinking about breakfast, which led to thinking about the morning, then the night, then the moon, then astronauts, then the government, then taxes. I have been the only one talking for ten minutes. Somebody else finally says something.
I am looking at them speak with extremely dilated eyes, and I am eating air the whole time they speak. They finish, and I start up again, thoughts going 1000mph. My heart is racing, too. I cannot sit down. There are five other people there, and they are all sitting. I am standing, talking, smoking. Then it occurs to me. This feeling of raw power will be over in 45 minutes or so, and that keeps floating around in my head for the next two hours. WHAT?!
Two hours have passed and I have not fallen at all! I am still sitting on top of the world, or am I twirling it? Either way, I feel mighty. This is not usual. The cocaine high has never lasted this long for me after ingesting only two lines. Nowhere near, as a matter of fact. Maybe the ninety dollars was worth it, but I do not know.
My heart has slowed down. My pupils are still dilated. My thoughts are still racing. I am still talking a whole lot. I need some water bad. I am tempted to hit somebody in the lip just so they can hit me back and I can just laugh and then talk them out of a fight. There is some craziness about this.
WWE Smackdown is on. My commentary is funnier and smarter than the the two guys getting paid to to talk about what is going on. I get a few laughs and even less feedback from the people around me. They all think coke is evil. I ignore them when it comes to that. Coke is holy to me, long as I can control it. It's been three hours now, and I am still peaking... standing there talking away smoking cigarettes feeling godly. Maybe, probably, I did not get shitted.
For the following three hours, with gradual coming down in the last hour, I have been REAL high on two lines of cocaine. I never thought two lines of powder would do me so good. Six hours, 7:00pm 'til 1:00am, I was a god. I had convinced one of my five friends to stay up late and just talk with me. I finally went home and SOMEHOW, managed to eat a Hot Pocket and sleep from four 'til nine. That did not make much sense to me, but I was glad to eat something and then finally get some sleep.
Between 9:30am and 11:00am I did the rest of them gram all by myself and listened to some music while constantly walking around my room and thinking. The effects were similar to the night before, but my confidence in the ninety-dollar gram was dulled because the rest of the gram did not last as near as long as it had the night before. An hour and a half. Tolerance builds rapidly with powder. And the length of time I stayed high the next time around was justified. Doing a $40 dollar gram would have kept me high for maybe a hour, hour and a half, with the next-time-round keeping me high only ten to twenty minutes.
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