this is the worst poll ever =P

im willing to bet that a majority of people dont fit in to any of the options

Any idea how often coke is cut with meth? This is one thing that deters me from buying it from anyone I don't really trust. I'd rather do any other drug every day for a year than smoke meth just once.

Im pretty sure if coke was cut with meth you would ****ing know.....


please keep your mouth shut.

PMID: 1396104 Seems rats can't tell.

But meth is safe enough for kids!

If it's cut with too much meth your nose burns like crazy. Kind of self-limiting in that regard.

Meth isn't addictive? Where are you getting that information from?

Reminds me of that scene in Boogie Nights. Dirk Diggler unwittingly snorts meth, his nose starts burning like hell, he rubs himself hard and stars yelling I'M READY TO SHOOT JACK!!!1111

man, this poll is shocking! And it's all the kids saying "never". That is so lol b/c it used to be the adults were the 'never' crowd and we were those 'crazy kids'. I guess DARE is working.

we're talking euros right? Good time to visit the States.

you do realize there's no choice that says, they just haven't done it, so i'm assuming that most of them are choosing the never will do it option.

I'm 35 and I've never done any illegal drugs, not even pot. Based on how I tend to take to 'mental stimulants' like computer games, poker, etc., (hi, 300 days /played on EverCrack), I think my trying drugs would be a ridiculously bad idea.

When I was about 23, a girlfriend said she wanted to do ecstasy with me, and I was totally sold on the idea, but we never got around to it before circumstances ended our relationship.

I'm surprised that someone with over 5,000 posts hasn't been told yet that lying about your interlocutor's claims rarely works in a text based exchange.

How bout this. Cocaine is more addictive than Meth? Where are you getting your information from?

I meant to ask you why you thought Meth isn't as addictive.

I'm glad I've not done that much coke: maybe a dozen, fifteen times in the last decade.

Some memories:

Summer 1998, it's my 20th birthday and I go to the ICA in London with a very sexy, smart girl called Tamara - the Chelsea type - and another friend. She's really into coke, so her idea of a birthday present is to give me some when we're round her flat earlier, though she remains in charge. The first few times I try to snort a line I don't know what to do, and I end up blowing, and it goes everywhere, and she's cross. Finally I get it right and we take them long tube trip into town. I'd heard coke made you feel "invincible, like you had a forcefield round you." My appreciation of it was that I just stopped having any self-doubt, the negative thoughts which normally cripple me just weren't happening any more. I could do anything, be anyone.

Summer 1999: I'm 21 years old and have just arrived in Naples, Italy to stay with an Italian guy I made friends with in London a year earlier who's just moved back there. He's a minimal techno DJ/producer from a pretty wealthy family. He and his friend pick me up from the airport and we drive straight to his recording studio and do a few lines. Not my first time doing coke, but one of the best - in a strange city, my first time abroad without my family, at the start of a six-week holiday, with a good friend and excited about the possibilities of life. Driving through the city at night on scooters, joining a crowd of people in a piazza. Just a few lines, but made a good situation feel better.

New Years Eve 2003 in Naples, I'm at a dinner party in an upmarket part of town with 18 Neapolitans, and after an amazing seafood meal I see people heading for the back bedroom, join them and find they're doing coke. It makes me super-super-horny for one of the girls there (who's with her boyfriend) and I spend a while in the bathroom playing with my dick. Then we go on to a club but get stuck in traffic for two hours, which isn't cool at all. Get to the club at 4am, it isn't too busy, and I get another line from my friend but am conscious I want to do too much of his stuff, beyond what would be socially acceptable. When I'm back in the one-bed flat of a friend of a friend where I'm staying, I go in the shower and spend about an hour jacking off.

Autumn 2004, Barcelona. I'm staying again with my Italian DJ friend. At this point in my life I'm not drinking alcohol. We go to four clubs, not staying long in any of them. We do a few lines in the toilet, and I remember it makes me need to take a dump immediately and my friend asks if I'm okay and I feel kinda embarassed. We do more lines in the car parked on La Ramblas. It's great stuff - "as good as I did when I was in Bogota", my friend tells me - and I'm very high, and it feels amazing. But really what was good was the situation - parachuted into my friend's glamorous life - not the coke.

Summer 2005: Friday night it's the birthday of an Italian friend in London. I haven't touched drugs in six months, but find myself bombing MDMA, snorting a line of it, drinking it in water, and rubbing it in my gums. Some time in the early morning, the coke comes out. I find - as had happened before - that it kills my nice altruistic kind MDMA high, turning me from a happy, people-loving person into a nasty coke-hogging moron. Once all the coke is gone I find myself licking my fingers and dabbing the plate when I think no-one is looking.

In the morning I go with one of the girls to her house. Sleep a bit in the afternoon, and then I'm to help her write an essay. She occasionally deals a little coke to pay for her own use, but really very rarely. She puts out a gram bag, and tells me I'm welcome to whatever I want. Some City guy comes round to buy. He's getting a flight in a few hours, and it becomes clear he wants to stay up doing coke then go straight to the airport. So he buys a gram, spreads it out on a plate, and we do half each and talk rubbish to each other, while my dealer friend gets increasingly annoyed at his continued presence - bad etiquette of him to assume he can do the blow at the dealer's house. But since he's giving half to me, I'm on his side. When he finally goes, my friend goes to sleep and I stay up all night snorting the rest of the gram bag I was given at the start. It's good stuff, and I'm more coked up than I've ever been. This was the first time in my life I ever had uncontrolled access to as much coke as I could do, and I realised I'd stay up till it was all gone. Meanwhile inbetween doing lines I wrote a 2,500 word essay on a subject I knew nothing about, using a few books and the Internet, and she got an A for it.

I don't wish I'd done coke any more. My left nostril stills feels messed up from the times I did use it. My English friends never touch it, and my Italian friends prefer MDMA - and are getting older now so don't use that often. I'm glad I was never in with a cokey set, as it would have been terrible for me. I have enough regular vices as it is.

By the way this is one of my favourite books: Novel with Cocaine by M.Ageyev.

http://www.amazon.com/Novel-Cocaine-...2625874&sr=8-1

Amazon review:

"This strange little tale of a young man's descent into cocaine addiction is less interesting for it's portrayal of the youthful anti-hero's chemical use as his astounding philosophical insights. Vadim does not actually use cocaine until the end of the novel ('the beginning of the end', as it were) and the novel is mostly composed of his Dostoevskian self loathing and inability to relate to his peers on any level. It is almost an exercise in depressive solipsism; while Vadim's peers play a large role in the novel his inner world is so tortured and miles apart from them that the author might as well have portrayed him as a complete misanthrope. In the opening we get a feel for where his moral compass is swinging; he gives a venereal disease to a young woman in full cognizance of what he is doing. He agonizes over it, but this does not prevent him from actually doing it. The most catching scenes in the novel are when his classmates, thrown into a kind of cocaine induced revolt against the orthodoxy of the school they attend, verbally attack priests and teachers. Burkewitz, a character we encounter later in the book, gives a particularly interesting speech to the headmaster priest of the school in the middle of a sermon. There are thoroughly disturbing scenes; Vadim strikes his mother, steals from her, all the while recognizing her basic goodness and frail attempts to relate to him. Vadim wants to consider himself exceptional, a unique student and son, and at the same time loathes himself. Many of his self evaluations strike a schizoid note. His entrance into the world of cocaine use is preceded by his rejection of a girl with whom he was too fearful to consummate his relationship. Like everyone else, she has a false image of him and rejects him entirely when he fails to live up to it. We are only given blurry pictures of the lengths to which he goes to obtain cocaine after a few seamy scenes in which his 'friends' instruct him in the mechanics of use. "My son is a thief", his mother wails. Vadim's disturbing coke dreams are not of the usual variety; far from being visions of grandiosity, they are unconscious and violent recognitions of his own guilt and wretchedness. I wouldn't hesitate to say that this is one of the most bizarre novels I have ever encountered. It oscillates between philosophy, self loathing and insanity, and does not strike an even balance. I would recommend it to anyone, not for knowledge of a cocaine addict's world (this is not a realistic depiction) but as a jolting primer for any study or enjoyment of the literature of decadence."

Ya think this is called living in Southern California. Change cities to like Scottsdale,Az and your getting busted for even looking like you might have coke on you(or cuz yr Mexican) and douchebag Sheriff Joe locks you up for the rest of your life. The rest of the country should really adopt LA and Cali's more lax view on recreational drugs etc

I've always had the plan of trying every major drug at least once.
I've done
[x]booze--yeah...i feel good even though my life is going no where...god that BBW is hot...why won't my penis work?
[x]pot---mmm brownies...sex is awesome...and I can go all night like Dirk Diggler.
[x]absinthe---dont remember it a ton but felt like a more enjoyable form of being drunk. would do it again.
[x]speed---this sucks. Why is this cool again?
[x]peyote---Don't remember much besides waking up naked in the desert wearing flip flops and sunglasses.
[x]shrooms---Don't watch Apocolypse Now after doing these.
[x]wipeds---do these even count?

still have yet to do
heroin
coke---but i did get laid once just because i was holding my friends coke and the girl thought it was mine.
crack
lcd
extasy
weird drugs made by primitive people out of like corn,saliva,frogs n ****.
any other cool ones I'm missing

This. I used to do it in my 20s a good bit, like probably 3 times a week or so. Now that I'm in my 30s, I swear if I do, like, two lines of someone else's stuff on a drunk night out, I'm literally worthless for a week after. One day of severe hangover followed by two days of dark, dark depression, and then about three more days of not feeling right.

Anyway, coke sucks. It instantly turns you into a boring limpdick motormouth egomaniac. I can't count the number of awful hours-long conversations I've had on the stuff with people I'd never in my right mind spend five seconds with.

holy lol for real? is it like the death penalty to bring it through customs or something?

No death penalty.

I think it's mainly a combination of Australia having a tough customs department, the country being isolated (Australia is technically an island) and there not being so much of a 'coke-culture'.

Ecstasy is huge here though - I've read that we're the highest per-capita users in the world. Quality is generally decent and $20-30, mainly locally made, occasional import from Holland or Germany. Good times!

bump

the reason i don't do drugs is because i'm worried about maintaining brain health/physical health so that i can perform at my peak. if i achieve all my career goals maybe then i will try it but i doubt it.

It's an island in every sense, isn't it? I'm thinking of the lump of rock between the Indian Ocean and South Pacific, are there others?

I was asking a question, sorry if I chose a poor syntax that made it seem like a statement. My earlier reply was intemperate.

The fact that cocaine is medically taboo whereas meth is prescribed for children (per oral) might give people the idea that meth is less addictive. I don't have any facts concerning the comparative addictiveness of cocaine and meth taken orally (no-one seems to take cocaine orally). Smoked or taken iv they seem similar.

I'd be interested to hear of any 1st/2nd hand experience.

I've heard drugs give you the munchies, but this is ridiculous.