I asked the man for a dollar but he refused to acknowledge my existence. It was after requesting a cigarette for the fifteen time that he finally cracked and gave me a shot. He got me to a seat for my drug. I knew I had been high. The next thing I remember waking up was a mess on the floor of my apartment at 2:30 AM. I got there at around 6:00 and as I stood near my bed to do some business (lots of it being my drug) I was greeted with a huge pungent smell. Before I could realize it. my nostrils were full of my own vomit. I walked out of the apartment. looking for answers in the direction of the toilet.
So. this is all very personal for me. but I feel like it should be noted that when I did my own drug research back in the mid 90's the results were pretty consistent. I was told by several experts from two separate countries that cocaine is the drug of choice for the masses. and that this could possibly account