DISCLAIMER: This is a 100% factual story, I am not promoting this kind of behavior and today am firmly anti-drug. I am just sharing my experience and hopefully everyone is smart enough to see that it wasn't a great idea. Also you can probably see the long-term effects these things have had on my brain by my writing style. Names have been changed.
I always wanted to smoke crack just once, so i did. I was a very nihilistic young man who wanted to try every drug at least once, I mostly just stuck to alcohol, nicotine, weed, shrooms and extacy but I have tried acid, pcp, meth, cocaine and a lot of presciptions and other weird substances... anyways..
I was 16, just got my first big paycheck from one of my jobs, I think it was when I was part of a team of night janitors. We rode around in vans and cleaned offices and libraries and stuff like that. I knew one of my best friends brother was a crack user and dealer, and just generally an awful person, so I went over to his house and asked him to sell me some crack.
Me and the dude, let's called him Todd, went on a walk to get his crack from his "stash", which most likely was his dealers house and he was just cappin off me because I ended up paying like $300 bucks for like 3 rocks.. I wasn't a crack expert but I most definitely got screwed. We smoked it upstairs in his mom's house knowing how much shit we would get in. She knew he smoked crack and threatened to kick him out a lot. He was like really really horrible and in and out of jail.. like a small redneck town gang banger who is in and out of jail.
THe crack tasted and smelled like some kind of sterile medical smell mixxed with plastic, it was weird. I didn't feel that great just really on edge and hyper for about 20 minutes.. I never tried that shit again and never really liked powdered cocaine eiher..
Later I will tell the story of when todd pressured me into doing meth and then kidnapped me and my mom's car for 36 hours..