I wrote this post a while back, but never published it for a reason that I can’t figure out today. Happened upon it today by accident, really. Consider it part of the archives.

What’s the thin white line? No, I’m not going to write about riding my motorcycle on the dotted white line, splitting traffic down the freeway, experiencing the thrill and tunnel vision of this one-of-a-kind high. This one’s about cocaine.

Insert dramatic pause.

I’ve originally started this blog to document oddities, irony, absurdities, and insanity. I had written a post in the beginning of my blogger days about a fantastic experience with some crazy mushrooms. It was a fun post, and a great experience. It wasn’t my first psychedelic adventure, and definitely won’t be my last. Since that time, I have made the conscious decision to grab life by the horns and not let one experience pass by without at least a little taste. When presented with a little bag of coke, I figured why not.

I had never done coke before, and quite honestly, don’t really feel the need to do it ever again. As a high risk for addiction drug, I don’t really get it. The high is ok, I suppose, but really short lived in duration. Maybe the addiction comes from wanting to do line after line in a single night just to maintain the high. Of course, there is also a very good possibility that the quality of the coke was sub-standard at best. But whatever the case, I wasn’t impressed. When it comes down to it, the high is very much like taking a Stacker 3 diet pill that only lasts for like 30 minutes. So you take another line, and another, and another after that. Bump crazy. It gives you a ton of energy, shortens your attention span, and makes you feel open to anything.

I did dance all night, though.

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