Has anyone here done cocaine?

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everybody thinks they know where their limit is, and never think they have crossed it yet. meanwhile to the rest of the world its clear they are spiraling out of control. one of my good friends "pockets" has been battling oxy dependency for the last 5 years or so. he goes to jail, gets cleaned up, comes out and starts right back up. goes back to jail, scores it INSIDE jail, comes out even worse, goes right back in. its beyond depressingly sad. hes in jail now for a 6 month bid, and hopefully he hasnt been scoring in jail, and when he gets out hes clean and stays that way....but im not betting on it

Oh ya, I have a few friends that got hooked on that shit and it eventually led to heroin. All normal middle class kids who you woulda never thunk. Guys I played baseball with in high school.
 
I rarely drink anymore, when I do its just a few beers. I still like smoking the herb though, mainly on weekends. My biggest addiction is lifting weights and schooling folks at 2k12.
 
I'm bipolar and without medications, I'd be dead. It's not all bad.

if you were prescribed something that works for you, good for you, stick with it. there are always exceptions. my point is that if you CAN, stay away from them.
 
On June 17, Bias was selected by the defending NBA champion Celtics as the second overall pick in the 1986 NBA Draft, which was held in New York City at Madison Square Garden. Arnold "Red" Auerbach, as the Boston Celtics President and General Manager, had previously dealt guard Gerald Henderson and cash to the Seattle Supersonics for the pick in 1984. After the draft, Bias and his family returned to their suburban Maryland home.

On June 18, Bias and his father flew to Boston, Massachusetts, from Washington, D.C., for an NBA Club draft acceptance and product endorsement signing ceremony with the Celtics' coaches and management, as well as with Reebok's Sports-Marketing Division. Bias reportedly signed a $3 million shoe contract with Reebok.

Later that day, his father left Boston to return to Washington in the late afternoon. There he gave a short press conference for the local Washington media at Washington National Airport. The media was at the airport expecting to interview Bias, so his father stood in, reporting on their "day with the Celtics" and their appreciation of the beginning of a new chapter in his and his son's lives.

Bias, who returned home later that night, retrieved his newly-leased sports car and drove back to his room on the campus of the University of Maryland.

However, prior to, and concurrent with, some of the given timelines of his activities at the campus, Bias's vehicle was observed and recorded by undercover agents of the Washington, DC metropolitan police department "cruising" one of the city’s most notorious drug neighborhoods along Montana Avenue, in the northeast section of the city. Although the surveillance did not determine who specifically was in the vehicle, or if the vehicle had stopped for any purpose, they did estimate there were at least two people, driver and passenger, in the vehicle, and they recorded its license number.onto campus at around 11 p.m. and ate crab with some teammates and a member of the football team. He left campus at approximately 2 a.m. on the 19th and drove to an off-campus gathering, which he attended briefly before returning to his dorm in Washington Hall at 3 a.m. Bias took a dose of cocaine which likely induced cardiac arrhythmia.

At 6:32 a.m., when the 911 call to Prince George's County Emergency Services was made by Brian Tribble (a long-time friend), Bias was unconscious and not breathing. All attempts by the emergency medical team to restart his heart and breathing were unsuccessful. According to the campus timeline, Bias collapsed sometime between 6:25 and 6:32 a.m. while talking with teammate Terry Long. According to Bias's sister, who only had a secondhand account of the story,[citation needed] Bias was sitting on a couch and leaned back as though he were going to sleep, but instead began seizing.

Bias was unconscious and was not breathing when county ambulance attendants arrived at his dormitory suite at 6:36 a.m.—four minutes after they were called and six minutes before a mobile intensive care unit arrived—and he never regained consciousness nor breathed on his own. At the hospital, Bias was given five drugs in an attempt to revive him: epinephrine, sodium bicarbonate, lidocaine, calcium and bretyline. After the chemicals failed, a pacemaker was implanted into his heart muscle in a failed attempt to try to get it beating.[6]

Bias was pronounced dead at 8:55 a.m. in the Emergency Department at Leland Memorial Hospital in Riverdale, Maryland, of a cardiac arrhythmia related to usage of cocaine.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Len_Bias
 
I'm bipolar...I'm not preparing for a role. I'm just curious. I wonder if it's like what my bipolar highs were like.

You're right, if you're bipolar, you'd better stick to the straight and narrow. If research were legal, scientists could tell us which prescription drugs can accompany which street drugs safely. Without that information, you'd better just stick to reading about it. There are also other reasons that illegal drugs would be much safer if they were legal (e.g. standardized dosage and strength, no impurities).
 
You're right, if you're bipolar, you'd better stick to the straight and narrow. If research were legal, scientists could tell us which prescription drugs can accompany which street drugs safely. Without that information, you'd better just stick to reading about it. There are also other reasons that illegal drugs would be much safer if they were legal (e.g. standardized dosage and strength, no impurities).

There'd be no drug cartels beheading people, the crime rate would crash, trillions of dollars would be injected into our economy, we could close 3/4th of our prisons and police would actually have to do things like solve murders and protect and serve.
 
I rarely drink anymore, when I do its just a few beers. I still like smoking the herb though, mainly on weekends. My biggest addiction is lifting weights and schooling folks at 2k12.

I'm addicted to doing chicks in the butt.
 
Don't do coke if you are bipolar. Only start the night, don't end the night with it. You turn into a huge douche
 
A very long time ago, my neighbor was a dealer. I went over to his place one night and there were 4 Chicago Bears in his living room.

I won't name names, and they're all long retired.

That's my story.

Jim Harbaugh still seems coked out to me most of the time
 
I did cocaine. It made me feel like a new man. And the first thing that new man wanted was another line.

It killed my "off" button. It enabled me to spend enormous amounts of money in a very short time and consume enormous amounts of alcohol, marijuana and anything else that was available. A Gypsy Joker offered me crank. He told me it was just like coke only cheaper. It wasn't. It was a poor substitute. I got so spun up I stayed up all night building an electric water pipe. The next day Mt. St. Helens blew and I was called in to work. At the time I was working for the Forest Service. I made a lot of money that summer on overtime and most of it went up my nose. Then some friends and I closed down a bar and went off to party at a house nearby. He was riding on the back of a motorcycle. The driver took a corner a little too wide and got too close to a truck coming the other way. The mirror on that truck took my friends face off. Literally. After that I decided I'd had enough.
 
No, I can't. It was the back side of the mirror that whacked him. By the time I caught up with him he was dead and his face had been removed by the mirror and was a bloody mess.
 
I did cocaine. It made me feel like a new man. And the first thing that new man wanted was another line.

It killed my "off" button. It enabled me to spend enormous amounts of money in a very short time and consume enormous amounts of alcohol, marijuana and anything else that was available. A Gypsy Joker offered me crank. He told me it was just like coke only cheaper. It wasn't. It was a poor substitute. I got so spun up I stayed up all night building an electric water pipe. The next day Mt. St. Helens blew and I was called in to work. At the time I was working for the Forest Service. I made a lot of money that summer on overtime and most of it went up my nose. Then some friends and I closed down a bar and went off to party at a house nearby. He was riding on the back of a motorcycle. The driver took a corner a little too wide and got too close to a truck coming the other way. The mirror on that truck took my friends face off. Literally. After that I decided I'd had enough.

wow..Jokers, Brothers Speed, people I have not thought of in a long while. Back when the cola was blue or yellow, crank was glass and clean..then the dirty brown crank, guys were no longer high on the hog, just high. Friends pulling guns on friends, people vanishing

Thread pulled another ghost out of the old bag..went to get a coffee and ran into the xwife of my south of the border hookup..she let me know that he is still on the seconed half of a thirty year lock up..wanted to know if I needed anything... yikes!

Last time I had a touch of meth, I had found a bag on the ground at a circle K, carried it around for two days ..dunno, was giong to wait till it melted or I got the courage to give it a run...decided to flush it and forget it..still laugh at that to myself. On the other hand, there is not a bag of coke big enough for me to snort a line or rock up a toke..anything less than a dumptruck would just piss me off..still get the call once in a while, thank God its not very loud
 
I did cocaine. It made me feel like a new man. And the first thing that new man wanted was another line.

It killed my "off" button. It enabled me to spend enormous amounts of money in a very short time and consume enormous amounts of alcohol, marijuana and anything else that was available. A Gypsy Joker offered me crank. He told me it was just like coke only cheaper. It wasn't. It was a poor substitute. I got so spun up I stayed up all night building an electric water pipe. The next day Mt. St. Helens blew and I was called in to work. At the time I was working for the Forest Service. I made a lot of money that summer on overtime and most of it went up my nose. Then some friends and I closed down a bar and went off to party at a house nearby. He was riding on the back of a motorcycle. The driver took a corner a little too wide and got too close to a truck coming the other way. The mirror on that truck took my friends face off. Literally. After that I decided I'd had enough.

Glad you made it through that and learned from it.
 
can you imagine the face he made in the mirror as he looked into it a split second before it went down?

heavy

Have you actually crossed the line from sane to insane? I'm wondering the past few days.
 
Cocaine is a helluva drug. I've done it, I love it, and that's why I don't do it anymore. It's too much fun for me to be able to control. I have a very addictive personality. And Mags...100 for an 8-ball? Damn you did have the hook up.
 
Have you actually crossed the line from sane to insane? I'm wondering the past few days.

im not a paranoid delusional yet, i got a ways to go before hitting YOUR levels :lol:
 

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