I want to tell you about my 'coke experience'volume 1,book 3,page 673,line 76:
'......so i knocked on my friends door,and he receives me with a rather weird and confused look in his face.I walk towards the living room,and there we are,5 of us,planning on doing coke for the first time.This was during my long Christmas break of 2004,and by that time I considered myself mature enough to deal with a totally new and different kind of drug.It's time to step it up,Sinister thought.
'Alright,Mr.X said.Someone has to go buy it!'-At that point,the world freezes,and only our eyes are trying to find somethink to look at,so we didn't look at each others eyes and feel the responsibility of going to the ghettoest place of Barcelona.
'whatever,i'll go,but NOT with my moped,it's waaay to slow,and i don't want to be caught by the skinheads'-Sinister said aloud.So finally me and my cousin have to go.It's around 12 o'clock,pretty early considering that we had dinner at 11.Now the front wheel of the 125cc moped was pointing towards our destiny,or maybe I should say our final destination.After 20 minutes of full speed action through desertic streets I find myself in front of a rotten,old,creepy,and scary building.I start walking towards the main door,but I had my full helmet on,so one skinhead with a rottweiler(dangerous dog)steps up ahead of me and says:'You kid,take your helmet off.'At that point,I am truly shitting my pants.So i run towards the moped and we take off as fast as we can.We stop at a nearby gas station,and call our friends and told him what just happened.Turned out to be you couldn't go into this building with any kind of protection in your face,because they(the skinheads)had to be Asble to identify you,in case you are from a rival group and want to bomb the place,or in case you an undercover cop.So this time Sinister thought he wouldn't fuck up and he would be THE man.I start walking again towards the door,and i succesfully walk up the stairs to the second level,where THE door was awaiting me.And also 2 junkies that made me feel really bad.They asked me for cigarretes so i gave them some,and then I asked them how were they,and they said,pretty good,just getting some coke.They were on shirt(even if it was late december)and i could see the effects of the heroine-filled needles on their skin.We wished each other merry christmas(which i doubt they had)and they left the building.I knocked on the door,and a voice greets me:'what do you want?'I said i wanted----(unspecified quantity).He gives me the coke and I leave.As i walked down the stairs,the guy who first greeted me with the rottweiler said:hey kid,no need to run,next time take your helmet off'.I laugh nervously and get the fuck out of there.
We get back to my friends house and start it up!Okay,there goes my first hit!Yuuujuu!And the next thing i know is that i like it a lot and can't stop taking one more line.We talk,play guitar,fuck around,write songs,think,and talk.At about 4 oclock we run out of provisions(coke)so I(again)had to go get more,but this time I felt better about it.The only thing was that a cop car was driving around the ghetto place,so it was skkkeeetchy.My last line was at 7 30 am.At 9 I went to sleep.At 3 I woke up,had breakfast,rolled a joint,and had lunch.
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Sick and Tired.