Questions for you guys who tried cocaine

[Hoi Polloi]

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Could someone please explain me what are the real effects of cocaine?
I tried it several times and it pretty much did nothing to me.
Effects: unable to sleep for several hours, mouth/theets numb, and urge to do another line. Is that all?
The last effect makes no sense, unless I'm subconsiously liking it. But I have no conscious mental effect, what kind of drug is this?? I don't feel more chatty than usual and my brain works like when I'm not high.
Before you ask, I tried from several sources, so I don't think I always got bad coke.
As for quantity, once I did like 0,4g in half an hour that should be an enormous amount, but still I felt pretty much nothing.
Also, I've read Freud's Cocaine which I think said at some point that the drug has no effects if you're not very tired. I tried when I hadn't sleep for a night, but the non-effects were the same.
Another guy who tried it thinks pretty much the same things, so I'm not the only one.

My friends, on the other hand, do like it a lot. They keep on telling me "you don't get it, you're high and you don't realize it" but they were never able to explain me what the real effects of the drug are.

Unable to find an answer I started thinking they do this because they feel gangsta or something. Their typical coke night is: going to a dude's place, and pass the night doing lines. When it's finished they go downtown to a [censored] to buy some other. Is this the right way to do coke?
Shouldn't they go the bar/discos to find ladies? isn't cocaine used for that?

Last question: when should I consider them being addicted? At the present time they're doing it from one to three times a week. Is that much?

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Euphoria is the primary effect leading to a sense that you're the sh.it. Followed quickly by the desire to do another line which may require you spend absurd amounts of time and effort acquiring said additional line.

You can lose friends to cocaine; not because they die, though it would appear that does happen, but because they become even bigger ass.holes than they were before they started trying to acquire the next line.

[Orlando Salazar]

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[Labarde]

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SALAZARRRRRR!!!!

[mrkilla]

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Could someone please explain me what are the real effects of cocaine?


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Sure in order
Zomg
Feels like Heaven
OMG your the [censored] greatest dude ever
I love you guys
[censored] YEA
god a feel like [censored]
::sob::

[Georgia Avenue]

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Could someone please explain me what are the real effects of cocaine?


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Sure in order
Zomg
Feels like Heaven
OMG your the [censored] greatest dude ever
I love you guys
[censored] YEA
god a feel like [censored]
::sob::
instaDIE

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FYP

[voyamatarte]

My limited experience with the lady has been good. All good. So good that I try to stay away from it and not find a reliable contact, because I know all my money would go up my nose.

Here is a quick TR about my experience:

It's 8:30 on a saturday night, and I have been waiting for my friend Kimmie to come over with the stuff. She gets to my house, we go down to my room and we power hour. At ten we start to do lines, planning on going out to her soroity party at 11. I watch her lean over her vanity with a rolled up twenty and take the line down. She instantly sits up straight and fans herself with her hand while making little "ooh oooh" sounds. Its hot.

She hands the vanity over to me with a little white running from her nose to tell me its my turn. It's an odd sensation to feel the little grains run up your nose, but after 3-4 seconds it feels like a rush of blood where your skin feels hot. Three or four lines each later and we go out.

I can drink forever when I am on it, and I don't get any more drunk. I feel invincable a la scarface. I talk to bitches like I am the king [censored], because I actually believe I am the king [censored], and only a few of them are aware that I am blown out of my mind and not some type of baller. I feel like a pornstar, actually. I didn't get the limp dick other were talking about, but maybe because this is my first time

I grind on girls for a couple hours, and walk balk from the party without the coat I left with. It was 25 degrees out and I didn't feel cold. Kimmie and I got back, finished the rest of what we had and talked about stupid [censored] as we came down. She slept in my bed, but no sexy time, because I am firmly on the friend zone. She had me hold her while she shaked because she is sort of a fiend and comes down alot harder than me.

The next morning all I wanted to do was find some blow. Two months later Kimmie moves out to LA with some kid she met that is lives there but went to school here in Ann Arbor. I havn't heard from her since.

[AntonHeat]

Coke's one hella'va drug

[Halfpoint]

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My limited experience with the lady has been good. All good. So good that I try to stay away from it and not find a reliable contact, because I know all my money would go up my nose.

Here is a quick TR about my experience:

It's 8:30 on a saturday night, and I have been waiting for my friend Kimmie to come over with the stuff. She gets to my house, we go down to my room and we power hour. At ten we start to do lines, planning on going out to her soroity party at 11. I watch her lean over her vanity with a rolled up twenty and take the line down. She instantly sits up straight and fans herself with her hand while making little "ooh oooh" sounds. Its hot.

She hands the vanity over to me with a little white running from her nose to tell me its my turn. It's an odd sensation to feel the little grains run up your nose, but after 3-4 seconds it feels like a rush of blood where your skin feels hot. Three or four lines each later and we go out.

I can drink forever when I am on it, and I don't get any more drunk. I feel invincable a la scarface. I talk to bitches like I am the king [censored], because I actually believe I am the king [censored], and only a few of them are aware that I am blown out of my mind and not some type of baller. I feel like a pornstar, actually. I didn't get the limp dick other were talking about, but maybe because this is my first time

I grind on girls for a couple hours, and walk balk from the party without the coat I left with. It was 25 degrees out and I didn't feel cold. Kimmie and I got back, finished the rest of what we had and talked about stupid [censored] as we came down. She slept in my bed, but no sexy time, because I am firmly on the friend zone. She had me hold her while she shaked because she is sort of a fiend and comes down alot harder than me.

The next morning all I wanted to do was find some blow. Two months later Kimmie moves out to LA with some kid she met that is lives there but went to school here in Ann Arbor. I havn't heard from her since.

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I knw youre gonna think im BSing but theres a girl named Kimmie who in town working at the Rhino. She said she moved to LA from Michigan. NO BS I swear. Shoulder length dirty blonde hair, nice body. That would be hilarious if its the same girl..

[TJ Eckleburg12]

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I know a Kimmie! Shoulder length dirty blonde hair, nice body. That would be hilarious if its the same girl..

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Emphasis on the "nice body" part.