It would be so stupid to do it.
But I could just do a couple of lines and wait for a little while, see if I have any ill effects. I mean, I know what coke would do to me (oh yeah), and if it felt any different, I could just flush the rest.
A couple of lines wouldn’t be enough to hurt me. I mean, I know that there’s at least some cocaine in there. I know that smell, and there’s nothing like it.
I begin assembling the tools of my trade: the dollar bill, the straw, the razor blade, the ballpoint pen. A pack of Marlboro Lights.
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March 13
Well, as the song goes, I’m still here. The stuff was pretty good. Pretty bad…now that it’s 9:00 a.m. and I haven’t slept, haven’t put anything in the way of sustenance in my body but six Michelob Genuine Drafts since breakfast yesterday.
Oh, it was quite a party. I stare dully at the TV screen, thinking.
Is this how things will be from now on?
Am I an addict?
Where will it end?