24-hour crack binge By trane in trane's Diary Thu Feb 02, 2006 at 07:48:48 PM EST Tags: User Diary (all tags)
	Cost: $130. Quality of the highs: Priceless.

Well normally my budget is $50 a week for crack. But I got my first $50 from a girl I know, and it was decent stuff, and I got about a third of the 120 miles home and stopped on a mountain exit that i frequently use for doing crack, and did all of that good stuff. You can tell it's good because it leaves brown caviar in the pipe, and your brillo gets really caked with wet cocaine paste, smells really nice, and the shit tastes hot and sweet. Mmmm. So after my first $50 I went back and found Koko who helped me score a $40. I drove downtown and looked for hos but all there was just an old bag, and another who was blonde so automatically disqualified. So I went to the Kirkland Park-and-Ride (where cops have told me it's okay to spend the night) and smoked all of it while looking at some porn magazines I'd bought. I finished around 6am, so went back downtown and saw Koko again and scored another $40. Back to the same mountain exit, but this time up in the woods where it was more private. Man those highs were good. Maybe even a bell-ringer or two. Let me tell you it's been a long time since I've been able to get good crack three times in a row. Interesting that all three times were from or with the help of women. They really do control things in the crack world. The last score with Koko, she rode around in my car because she was looking for the guy. She was pulling her crackhead communication tricks, telling me to go whatever direction but indicating with a subtle gesture that she wanted me to go left. I can never get used to that shit, so I didn't go left. She said something like "You prefer language"...yep she's right. They all communicate with quick little non-verbal signals and shit. But I hate that. It's similar to the way you communicate when playing pick-up basketball. But if I'm playing a game voluntarily, like pick-up basketball, i'll try to learn it. But that's just a game. AND it's completely voluntary. Crack for me is a medicine that i need. I resent the fact that if you don't play their game, they'll cut you off or only sell you bullshit. If I go to the gym and just want to shoot baskets by myself, I'm free to do so. The crack game should be the same thing. But in the gym I can check out a basketball and, if there's a hoop available, shoot alone to my heart's content. But in the crack game, they control the basketball distribution and the availability of hoops. If they decide they don't like you, they have much more power than the pick-up basketball players do. Once again, the solution is, legalize the crack! By the way I think Koko is a witch and a pretty powerful one (not as powerful as raquel). We were driving and she was looking for the dealer and she said I think I see him walking down there, can you see someone walking down there? I couldn't. When we went further, there was someone walking (but it wasn't the guy). Still, I was amazed. Either her eyesight is quite a bit better than mine or she was using some other method of 'seeing' the person walking. Burroughs in "The Naked Lunch" talks about this: finding your dealer by using the "junkie wavelength". Anyway so I did the last of my crack at the mountain exit. I had some real good highs man. I looked at my porn but didn't jack off. I rated the quality of the girls: This one's a nine, this one's a 1, etc. Then after I finished all the crack I had some beer and drove the rest of the way home. Listened to some jazz, Count Basie. I am not a musician. When I listen to the masters of swing, I can't even think how I could ever improve on their work. It is perfect to me and I just want to play like it and enjoy it. Now, computer science (specifically AI), I can think of lots of ways I bet I could improve on it.

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