DOSE:	10.5 g	insufflated	Cocaine	(powder / crystals)
	3 g	oral	Mushrooms

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

Started off on Saturday night, parents were gone for the weekend so it was only natuaral to throw an all nighter hardcore drug party where anything went, because me being the perfect host, usually couldn't care less. The whole buzz about the party was that there was going to be ALOT of cocaine, and I being yet even a better host would be walking around my house with a small spoon, offering bumps to others. The night kicked off around 8:00 when my dealer/buddy came over, I threw 3 balls, (10.5 grams) into an empty salt shaker and 'got to work.' Started off the night with a nice foot long linear, and the party began.

Throughout the course of the night I would continue to set up line after line, taking breaks only to go smoke joints/butts outside. And there was the odd freebasing session every now and then. I had been very generous that whole night and around 6 oclock in the morning, the coke was done. Thats when the worst part of the weekend began.

Looking back on that weekend I saw the power that coke has over me, and the strong efffects that just the subject of cocaine has on an individual. In the beginning of the night around 7 oclock all I was thinkin was 'Where the hell is the yays?' just waiting for my friend to arrive with the goods. Shortly after he arrived, obviously my attitude changed, and I was having the time of my life, high as a kite and loving it. That mindset continued for the whole night, and into the early morning right up to the point when the salt shaker was empty. However I didn't stop there because me and couple friends pitched in and split another gram. So its 7 oclock in the morning, my house is full of people, half of the people are passed out from a heavy night of drinking, the other half of people are leaving because there is no more coke and there too cracked out to deal with anything. I just continued walking around my house, jumping at any little noise, tip toeing around my house in fear of wakin up no one who would really care, its just I was too paranoid. I became a mess, any little sound scared me, and forced me to hide my face in a pillow just in case. The people that were awake could not carry on converstaion with me because I was not making any sense, and I was whispering very quietly in fear of people hearing me.

That was the most coke I'd ever done on a single night, so I was epxecting harsher side effects, and terrible day after feelings, but I never expected them to be this bad. Also that night I had drinken heavily with no signs of being drunk, or a little less edgy. I had also taken mushrooms for the first time that night, but I had taken them at a point where even 3 grams would do nothing to combat all the cocaine in my system.

It was an incredible night, I had such a good time, the party went well and there was no big problems. My body took a beating that night, my nose was VERY sore and cut up for a week after. I began eating again the next day.

I had done cocaine many times prior to this, however the most I'd ever done was a half ball. That night I did 6x that, and I got 6x higher, had 6x more fun, and got 6x more cracked out the days after.

Looking back on that weekend now, a few months later I think of how much fun I had, and how cracked out I was once the coke was done. To me that night was worth feeling like a piece of shit the days after, I'm not quite sure if it was worth all the money, but I know I had the time of my life, and wont forget that party for as long as I live.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 33198
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Sep 27, 2015	Views: 1,648
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