Cocaine Stories - The White Devil

well heres a funny story. one time i went to the crack spot in my 95 golf (piece of shit) to pick up a 40 of that white pony. so i get it, its smells fire, all is good until..... im coming to a stop sign looking to the left to see if the road is clear. i dont notice the car in front of me until its to late. BOOM i hit that back of the car at about 5-10 MPH. then this bitch starts screaming u hit my car ass hole. in the mean time there is a cop across the street doing radar. so i pull around like im gonna talk to her through the window and i just start laughing and peel out. i bucked my ass back home and got FUCKKKEEEDDD UP. ahhh what an andrenalin rush.

now whos got another good coke story?

why didnt the cop go after u?? he was prob scoring some shit 2..

iv had crazy nights on coke and e's, the best are when u drive around with friends and talk shit and smoke weed til the sun comes up, then reality starts coming back

I dont do coke anymore really it make me 2 stupit/crazy/loud...

nope, no crazy coke stories bcoz ive only experimented with the stuff a couple times. dont touch it.

the devil!!!!!!!

this ex stripper i was banging loved coco. i was nailing her in my bedroom. every minute or so she would get up, rip a line or 2 off my desk (with her nekkid ass right in my face) and then got into bed and continued the banging.

I went camping a couple years ago with a bunch of my family, and it was getting cold so I dug out my camo army jacket I wear when camping, and I found a teener in the jacket pocket! Must have been at least 2 years since I'd been camping. SCORE!

BTW, how coked out do you have to be to lose a teener in your jacket pocket and pack it away for a couple years?!!!

I don't do the shit anymore though. I would get blasted a lot back then, but I quit when I basically ODed a couple times doing a ball to my self in a 12-24 hour period I decided to give it up before I ended up in the hospital and in rehab for awhile.

Tried Coke once. Didn't do a damn thing. Funny thing is everyone else was gone, and all I got was the drainies.

My sisters husband was a crack head. She and I used to have to go get him from crack neighborhoods all the time. One night when he didn't come home (again) we went out to look for him. So we entered the hood and were looking when a dealer starts yelling 'thats the motherfucking car that ripped me off last week!' We were trying to get the fuck out of there and they pulled guns...they shot out her back window....Apparently her hubby was in her car when he decided to jack some dealer....we sold that car the next week.

Sunnysideup said:

My sisters husband was a crack head. She and I used to have to go get him from crack neighborhoods all the time. One night when he didn't come home (again) we went out to look for him. So we entered the hood and were looking when a dealer starts yelling 'thats the motherfucking car that ripped me off last week!' We were trying to get the fuck out of there and they pulled guns...they shot out her back window....Apparently her hubby was in her car when he decided to jack some dealer....we sold that car the next week.

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i used to be a crackhead myself.... i supposedly "owed" one of the dealers about $100, it was my "friend's" debt, i was being held accountable cause he "put it in my hand".... after pullin a gun on me twice, i decided to give him a shotgun to squash the debt... a week later, he's acting like he doesnt know anything about it, wanting his money still; so i said "fuck em" and just kept dealing with the other guys i knew in the hood by my house... after seeing me over at the crackhouse for a few hours, and then tryin to block me in on the street (did some cool ass high speed reverse drivin for like a mile) he went to my corner, bout 200ft from my house and waited, cause he knew i was goin home to smoke... pulled up at the stop sign and he turns, i saw the window go down, and then saw chrome.... i floored it and he ended up shooting about 4ft behind my door into my gas tank door, missed the tank (thank god), but the bullet ricocheted off the wheel well and ended up in my tire...

funniest thing is when i go to walmart to fix the tire (fix a flat can even stop up a bullet hole), the guy was like "what happened, ran over somethin".. (as hes walking to the tire) then he sees the bullet hole, "holy shit bro, what kind of shit are you into??!" i just smiled and told him to give me a new tire

gogrow said:

i used to be a crackhead myself.... i supposedly "owed" one of the dealers about $100, it was my "friend's" debt, i was being held accountable cause he "put it in my hand".... after pullin a gun on me twice, i decided to give him a shotgun to squash the debt... a week later, he's acting like he doesnt know anything about it, wanting his money still; so i said "fuck em" and just kept dealing with the other guys i knew in the hood by my house... after seeing me over at the crackhouse for a few hours, and then tryin to block me in on the street (did some cool ass high speed reverse drivin for like a mile) he went to my corner, bout 200ft from my house and waited, cause he knew i was goin home to smoke... pulled up at the stop sign and he turns, i saw the window go down, and then saw chrome.... i floored it and he ended up shooting about 4ft behind my door into my gas tank door, missed the tank (thank god), but the bullet ricocheted off the wheel well and ended up in my tire...

funniest thing is when i go to walmart to fix the tire (fix a flat can even stop up a bullet hole), the guy was like "what happened, ran over somethin".. (as hes walking to the tire) then he sees the bullet hole, "holy shit bro, what kind of shit are you into??!" i just smiled and told him to give me a new tire

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wow, sounds like an awesome time.. gettin guns pulled on me, gettin shot at, runnin from dealer's... hell yeah, get the wife and kid's, bring ya momma and ya pappa.. lol.. sounds just.. awesome..lol..

I trie dto fuck with coke.. but I bought a quarter ounce one time.. got it home, strated doin it... greta shit.. spent teh entire day, at home, playing guitarhero and doin coke.... smoked all my pot and got a nose bleed.. so I was like fuck this.. threw teh shit in the garbage for the garbage men and havent went back since dude...

Hope those day's are behind you now go..

BackDoorMan said:

wow, sounds like an awesome time.. gettin guns pulled on me, gettin shot at, runnin from dealer's... hell yeah, get the wife and kid's, bring ya momma and ya pappa.. lol.. sounds just.. awesome..lol..

I trie dto fuck with coke.. but I bought a quarter ounce one time.. got it home, strated doin it... greta shit.. spent teh entire day, at home, playing guitarhero and doin coke.... smoked all my pot and got a nose bleed.. so I was like fuck this.. threw teh shit in the garbage for the garbage men and havent went back since dude...

Hope those day's are behind you now go..

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I think it is an adrenaline rush...it is a crazy feeling being chased by dealers, and then the gun shots....it is in a twisted way, an adrenaline rush...and I am a adrenaline junkie. When it happened to me I was scared shitless but afterward it was like 'what a fuckin rush'

BackDoorMan said:

wow, sounds like an awesome time.. gettin guns pulled on me, gettin shot at, runnin from dealer's... hell yeah, get the wife and kid's, bring ya momma and ya pappa.. lol.. sounds just.. awesome..lol..

I trie dto fuck with coke.. but I bought a quarter ounce one time.. got it home, strated doin it... greta shit.. spent teh entire day, at home, playing guitarhero and doin coke.... smoked all my pot and got a nose bleed.. so I was like fuck this.. threw teh shit in the garbage for the garbage men and havent went back since dude...

Hope those day's are behind you now go..

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yes they are behind me... i'll still snort up some powder if it comes around, but i wont pay for it... doesnt really effect me the same... but if i take one hit of crack, its on for the night.... or until i go broke.. once a crackhead always a crackhead is true... been over 2yrs since i've even done powder though; much less the whack crack... i did learn alot during those times though,,,,

Sunnysideup said:

I think it is an adrenaline rush...it is a crazy feeling being chased by dealers, and then the gun shots....it is in a twisted way, an adrenaline rush...and I am a adrenaline junkie. When it happened to me I was scared shitless but afterward it was like 'what a fuckin rush'

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it pissed me off more than anything.... i rolled around for 3days lookin for the guy, with a 30/30 in the passenger seat... thank god i didnt find him, and my buddy convinced me to stop carrying the gun... might be in prison right now...

on a side note; that same dealer is in prison for shootin up two cops.... with the shotgun i gave him... ooops

gogrow said:

it pissed me off more than anything.... i rolled around for 3days lookin for the guy, with a 30/30 in the passenger seat... thank god i didnt find him, and my buddy convinced me to stop carrying the gun... might be in prison right now...

on a side note; that same dealer is in prison for shootin up two cops.... with the shotgun i gave him... ooops

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Oh yeah I would of been pissed too if I were you. You knew you did what you had to do to settle your debt and yet he wanted more. I would of been pissed too. In my case, it was different. My sisters hubby did rip someone off, so the dealer was justified in doing what he did. It just sucked because she and I didn't deserve it to happen to us, but, oh well. It did give me a rush to be in a chase like that....I think I have issues with desiring to do extreme everything....Like I said I am a adrenaline junkie.

gogrow said:

yes they are behind me... i'll still snort up some powder if it comes around, but i wont pay for it... doesnt really effect me the same... but if i take one hit of crack, its on for the night.... or until i go broke.. once a crackhead always a crackhead is true... been over 2yrs since i've even done powder though; much less the whack crack... i did learn alot during those times though,,,,

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That's right.. DOWN with dope, UP with hope..lol..

Glad to hear that you've left those day's behind you... and yeah, once a head, always a head.. the problem is that rings true for anybodyw ho's easily addicted..

I wouldnt sya i'm easily addicted.. but I take things to an extreme.. like, fuck it I paid for a kilo today, so i'mma fuckin snort a kilo tonight...

BackDoorMan said:

That's right.. DOWN with dope, UP with hope..lol..

Glad to hear that you've left those day's behind you... and yeah, once a head, always a head.. the problem is that rings true for anybodyw ho's easily addicted..

I wouldnt sya i'm easily addicted.. but I take things to an extreme.. like, fuck it I paid for a kilo today, so i'mma fuckin snort a kilo tonight...

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im not easily addicted... i've just never met a drug i didnt like; except meth... and i liked it too.... so i tend to shy away from most things that dont grow from the ground...

Tried Meth once. Never again. That shit is TOO good.

Biggravy22 said:

Tried Meth once. Never again. That shit is TOO good.

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i hated the way it made me feel... still did it though

gogrow said:

i hated the way it made me feel... still did it though

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My buddy is like Do it, Smoke a blunt and then wait like 30 minutes. By the time I was done with my blunt I was totally overwhelmed. My mind was going 200mph. I was like "WTF" did I just do.

I used to take a lot of the powder up the nose. I have good and bad stories and lots of each. I think i overdosed once though and that is the story I will tell.

I was only 17 when i was into it and basically was a driver for the local dealer since we grew up in the suburbs there's no street corner johnny it was all delivery. So one day we made a pretty big sale and ended up with about an ounce of coke and a wad of cash so we decided to get fucked up good. We bought an ounce of some decent bud and started doing lines and smoking blunts. I did a little over an 8 ball fairly quickly but I had a decent tolerance at the time so that wasn't out of hand and smoked a few blunts. Then this girl I used to bang from time to time called and said she wanted to hang out so I headed off.

I'm driving to her house and all of a sudden my hand starts tingling like that feeling when your leg falls asleep pins and needles type deal. Then the hand goes entirely numb so I look at it and realize i have no control over that hand and I feel the lack of control moving into my feet and my other hand so i pull over the car. Then right as I get to the side of the road a big flash like an old school camera bulb goes off and all I hear is a ringing in my ears. My hands are clinched whie knuckle on the steering wheel and I can't get them open, my whole body feels locked up so I thrust myself back in my seat as hard as I can to get my hands off the wheel. My hands are still clinched tight and pinned to my chest like those retarded people with the wrists bent down and all mangled looking. I am freaking out thinking i just made myself retarded or something so I squirm my way into the backseat and lay there and start forcing my fingers open and closed one at a time with my teeth. As I did this I started regaining control of my fingers and slowly over the next half hour from fetal position curled up in the backseat I regained my motor skills. I was shaking like fucking Muhammed Ali the rest of the day and just drove to the girls house and passed out in her bed for like three hours.

i once forgot my credit card and a envelope containing half a gram of coke - on the sink - in the bathroom stall of my local pub. Three minutes later it hits me - what the fuck!! wheres the coke??!! - i ran into the bathroom and there it was, both coke and credit card - lucky for me it was a slow monday night..

dont do it kids