On the night I almost died from smoking crack, there was no conscious understanding of what was happening in my mind or body. I was reduced to a state of depravity, like an animal whose only purpose was to never come down from the rush of this high. I had also smoked a lot of pot that day. Once you start smoking cocaine, however, you no longer feel the effects of pot, so it loses its importance quickly.
Not the case with cigarettes, though. Cocaine and cigarettes enjoy each other's company.
I had chain-smoked cigarettes for 10 hours that day - but not just any cigarettes. When I did coke, I smoked weird, strong cigarettes - Export A's (The Blue Ones), Camel Straights, occasionally Marlboro Reds and of course, Djarum Clove Cigarettes - anything that packed a punch.
If I didn't feel them when they went in, they were too weak. People who smoke crack together are stoic and precise in their communication. At first, as the initial preparation of coke is being cooked (we used to cook it ourselves into freebase), the participants (never more than three or four) may exchange mischievous smiles or amazingly cynical jokes. But inevitably, the verbal communication becomes less and less until finally the only things uttered are those needed to allow the 'partying' to continue. There really are no pleasantries because nothing about this whole thing is too pleasant.
There is, of course, the walloping initial high produced by taking a big hit and everyone looks on as if they are watching you have an orgasm because in some sick, shadowy way, you are. Then everyone else wants to have the same experience over and over again, even though it lasts such a short amount of time. It is horribly vacuous and in the end leaves you devoid of life force, crying like a man who realizes he has lost everything because for that night, at least, you have lost everything. Eventually, you will lose everything for good. Breath and (Near) Death In those days, I was only aware of my breath when I smoked drugs or exercised. Yes, I actually exercised. I loved sports and fancied myself an athlete.
How could someone be caught up in a destructive behavior like smoking crack and still have another life that permitted athletics? Well, I grew up with sports and excelled at them. In this particular phase of my life, though, sports would increasingly take a distant back seat to drugs.
And of course, by the time one starts doing drugs like freebase or heroin, sports and all other efforts are done for. The fact is that one really can't be in those two worlds for very long.
Kind of like you cannot have light and darkness co-exist in the same room. That particular night, I had smoked everything I could get my hands on - tons of cigarettes, marijuana and cocaine. I was lying back on this cushion and started to feel like I COULD NO LONGER GET A FULL BREATH. Strangely, I was embarrassed and did not want anyone to notice that something was wrong. Possibly, I was dying. But it was not yet bad enough that I would have to pull the ripcord.
I played it off for a moment, closed my eyes and waited. The feeling worsened to the point where I could no longer get much of a breath at all. I stood up, walked out of the room and panicked a bit, gasping and thinking, 'OK this is it. It all ends tonight. If I survive this and God, I beg of you, that I do, I will go to rehab and get it together.' I leaned over with my hands on my knees like a football player who had the wind knocked out of him and tried to breathe.
Very slowly my body and its God-given impulse to survive sent out the right chemicals through my blood stream to dilate my bronchial tubes and save my life. The moment of panic passed. Soon that night of horror would end. Most people probably have a hard time understanding why anyone would put himself through this time and time again. In the face of so much pain, demoralization and near death, why would anyone keep doing it? It seems counter to everything that we understand about human beings and our innate will to live.
But addiction is exactly that. If given an opportunity to become full-blown, addiction counters even our natural impulse to survive. I would not end up calling 911. Nor would I go to the hospital.
I would not be arrested and go to jail. I did not end up in the insane asylum. I did, however, wake up one day not too long after the night I almost lost my breath for good and realize that I had no next move. I had taken the horror further than I ever had before and spent three nights awake smoking cocaine. I had momentarily duped a drug dealer into fronting me an ounce and had every good intention of selling it to make a tidy profit. Unfortunately, once we got into the coke there was scant chance any of it would be sold.
It took a few guys and me three days to smoke our way through it. Finally, racked with pain from being dehydrated, malnourished, exhausted and hopped up out of my skull, I coerced a friend into giving me several sleeping pills, which finally knocked me out for 30 hours straight. How I survived that, I will never know. Waking Up I did not know where I was when I woke up. Looking around my room and house, I saw only squalor. I was beyond terror.
I had run out of drugs and alcohol. I had no girlfriend to take care of me.
I had no money and no connections left. I owed a drug dealer a lot of money. There was no next move. I was beaten. I picked up the phone and called up my father, a person I had relied upon for care and affection when I needed it most. I told him how bad things were, how I had no girlfriend or friends to speak of. How this had happened and that had happened.
I told him everything I could - except for the truth. Then he simply stated, 'You're on drugs. I know you're on drugs!
I said, 'Yes, Dad, I am.' He said bluntly that I was going to have to go to rehab. I bluntly replied that I would not go. This article is an excerpt of my chapter in the newly published anthology, 21st Century Yoga: Culture, Politics, and Practice, edited by Carol Horton and Roseanne Harvey.
In the rest of the essay, I discuss how I survived acute addiction, my journey through recovery and in what ways Yoga and Meditation were key ingredients in the fight against addiction. I invite you to read the rest my chapter, as well as the 11 other phenomenal essays in this book, which discuss contemporary North American yoga and its relationship to issues including recovery, body image and spirituality. You can learn more about 21st Century Yoga by visiting the and purchase a copy either in or edition.
Most users smoke crack, although in rare cases, they may inject it. To smoke crack cocaine, the user places the drug into a small glass pipe (sometimes called a 'straight shooter'). He or she then places a small piece of a steel wool at one end of the pipe tube and puts the rock on the other side of this filter. When the rock is heated from below, it produces a vapor, or smoke. The user inhales that vapor into his or her. From there, the drug is taken up by the person's. When it gets into the body, crack acts upon a part of the brain called the ventral tegmental area (VTA).
It interferes with a chemical messenger in the brain called dopamine, which is involved in the body's pleasure response. Dopamine is released by of the nervous system during pleasurable activities such as eating or having. Once released, dopamine travels across a gap between nerve cells, called a synapse, and binds to a receptor on a neighboring nerve cell (also called a neuron). This sends a signal to that nerve cell, which produces a good feeling.
Under normal conditions, once the dopamine sends that signal it is reabsorbed by the neuron that released it. This reabsorption happens with the help of a protein called the dopamine transporter. Crack interrupts this cycle. It attaches to the dopamine transporter, preventing the normal reabsorption process. As dopamine builds up in the synapse, it continues to stimulate the receptor, creating a lingering feeling of exhilaration or euphoria in the user.
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The idea behind the is not to the being smoked, but instead to heat it as quickly as possible, letting it into, which is d. Typically s consumed in this way are ed if the touches them - being the exception - so smoking them with a standard wouldn't work.
The common, and cheap, pipe is simply a five inch long. To use it, the ' is placed about an inch in from the end opposite your mouth, and heated from below with a. You have to with this that the chemicals don't turn to for very long before they, or they'll flow out the end of the pipe, or worse, into your mouth. I've heard that is about turning to smoke, while tends to be liquid for quite a while. Do your research, maybe even do a test run with the pipe well away from your lips, as liquid down your seems a poor way to start any. Another solution is to wad up into a ball and stuff it into one end.
The can be melted against the, and the wool can be heated during inhalation to release any it soaks up. The other, safer kind of crack pipe is essentially a with a leading in, and a tube leading out. The rock is dropped in through the top, the is heated, and the smoke is inhaled, with air from the tube. These pipes are terrifically, only usable as, and so large they are difficult to.
If you own one, it should probably never leave your. These somewhat standard crack pipes can be bought at some by asking for a 'kit.' They are typically not on, because unlike s and other, they cannot be explained as. If these are unavailable in your area, crack pipes can be made out of damn near anything. The most popular version in my area is a with the base removed (done by heating it until the melts, and pulling off with pliers), and a hole drilled in the top.
Glass s are cheap at any store, and s are available everywhere. If you decide to go this route, either get light bulbs or spend a long time making sure the is all out of the bulb before you smoke from it. You do not want to that powder. If that isn't enough for you, you can always use an with a hole cut in the side, or just heat up the rock on and inhale the smoke through a.
Also could refer to a method of (and, I suppose, other form illicit drugs) into. What they would do is, in or wherever the is being grown, the factory (or something) that makes the into would actually heat the stuff to incredible temperatures, and then mold it into the shape of a pipe. You know, the thick plastic pipes installed nowadays for and and stuff? So, anyway, they'd load boxes of the onto freighter jets bound for the. The at the airport would obviously flag the pipes as being suspect, but upon the officials examining them, they would just find.
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They were even marked and packed with. They didn't look suspicious at all. The official would pick one up, sniff it, look at it, nothing wrong here.
It's a just a, only it's made from solid crack cocaine. Once in the country, it would be sold to or or whoever's in charge of that sort of thing. They would just use a large metal object to break it down into sellable pieces, and, another few of on the streets of. Crack smokin’ fix a flat.
150 East 100th Street,. I lived there from roughly 1986-1990. At that time, anything north of 96th Street was known as “North of the DMZ”. My street was a good case in point: there were only two other inhabitable buildings. The others were either abandoned or had been torn down, leaving trash-filled lots. The opposite side of the street contained one long continuous brick wall, courtesy of the municipal bus depot facing. There were no trees, although one day workers with a flatbed truck full of saplings tried to remedy the situation.
“, Mayor” was the only identifying insignia on the truck. Within a year of planting, all the trees were dead. I had a five room, two-bedroom apartment for $540 a month, unheard of in Manhattan, unless you lived somewhere like I did. It was a five-story walkup with a solid steel front door. Street level, there was a, which blared on the weekends until three or four am. Calling a local bar a “private social club” was a faintly legal maneuver to avoid paying for a costly.
All my neighbors in the building were, including Juan, the Super. He was blatantly obese and always seemed to be in a good mood, with a broad smile. He worked for the city, in the. Whenever the plumbing broke (which was often), I would go knock on his door downstairs. There were never less than 8-10 people inside; I could hear and smell food frying in the kitchen.
He would come up, sweating with his toolbox, bringing one or two of his children. On the first visit, a little girl of about eight looked around and asked, “Where’s everyone else?” I owned a second hand (remember?), that I was stupid enough to try to park on the street. I couldn’t afford to keep it in a garage, and had to move the damn car every day to comply with. It was a stripped down model: three-speed automatic, no fancy rims and no radio (with corresponding NO RADIO sign in the window). One weekend on the golf course in I found a little headcover on the fairway, and put it on the gearshift. Two days later, someone threw a brick through the passenger window to steal it. Cost of replacement window/furry monkey: $280.
One Saturday morning I arrived to find blood all over the driver-side window and hood. One night after moving the car, I was walking back to my apartment, when I realized I had left a book I was reading on the passenger seat. I doubled back to fetch it, crossing the street this time to return.
As I approached my apartment building, I passed two guys sitting on the steps of an abandoned building, sharing a. I looked at them, and said “Hey” as I walked. One of them nodded to me. “We thought you were afraid to walk by us, man.” “What?” “We saw you park your car, and it looked like you were afraid to walk by us. We were saying how that was fucked up, you were judging us.
But then you crossed the street again and walked here right in front of us. So it’s okay, man.
We were wrong about you.” “I wasn’t avoiding anybody, I just went back to get a book.” “You got a nail in your tire.” “What?” “Your car got a nail in the front tire, man. I work in a, and got this habit of looking at car tires all the time now. I can pull it out for you if you want.” I glanced back at my car across the street, focusing on the tires. A silver nailhead, the size of a dime, reflected back at me. “Where’s your shop?” “The shop is closed.
I can fix it right now—I got tools with me. If you wait ´til tomorrow, the tire will be flat.” His logic was. “Okay.” He had a black satchel at his feet, which I hadn’t noticed until then. He pulled out a tire iron and some kind of; it looked like a cross between a large wine opener and a wing nut. The tool screwed into the tire, with an empty, interior cavity that encircled the nail.
The wine opener part pulled the nail out, with the rest of the tool still embedded in the tire. He placed a sort of rubber into the cavity where the nail had been extracted, and screwed that back in. When it held fast, he extracted the entire tool. The tire looked perfect again; it hadn’t even lost air. He tossed the nail at my feet. “That was fast,” I said. “How much do I owe you?” “Nine dollars, 65 cent,” he said.
Where the hell he pulled nine dollars and 65 cents out of, I can only guess. It was probably what they charged at the shop he worked. I gave him a 10 and told him to keep the change, but he shook his head, dug in his satchel again, and gave me the 35 cents back. I guess tips weren’t allowed at his shop, either. “Thanks,” I said. “No problem, man.” I looked at him expectantly, but there was nothing more to say; our encounter was over.
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His buddy commenced to light up another rock, and I continued on to my apartment.
Wassup, just smoked a point of good shard and decided I wanted to make a guide on smoking meth as I haven't seen one and there seems to be little information on how to properly do it. Smoking meth isn't difficult to do, but is difficult to master. I've had several years of experience smoking and have learned a lot from others and my research. Smoking meth is often the ROA(route of administration) of choice for many users due to its high bioavailability(90.3%), fewer risks than injection, without the discomfort from plugging or snorting, and many enjoy the ritual of smoking. (This guide will only cover smoking out of a glass/pyrex pipe, the most common method. You can also smoke meth using a bong, off of foil, or making a homemade pipe from a lightbulb.) The Pipe. Here are some nicknames for 'meth pipe' I've heard; pookie, glass, bowl, oil burner, incense burner, bubble pipe (thanks ), and glass dick(There are others, but these are the ones I'm familiar with).
A meth pipe should look something like this,. It may look slightly different. The pipe should be glass or pyrex. Glass is usually thinner, can withstand less heat, heats/cools quicker, and tends to be more fragile. Pyrex is typically preferred, it is slightly more expensive and in my experience it typically always has a colored tint, I've seen pink quite often but also other colors like green.
Pyrex holds heat longer, is thicker which requires more heat initially, and gets really hot. It's more durable than glass and is generally 'cleaner' to smoke from. Both are fine, but it's good to know the difference so you don't burn your product. The 'tube' part is called the stem, this is what you put your mouth on to inhale. The 'round' part with a hole is called the bowl, the little hole should face up, the meth sitting at the bottom. Here is a little diagram for our visual learners:. Lighters.
Use a bic/clipper/djeep, this is most common and forgiving lighter, only downside is it can blacken your pipe if you get the flame too close to the bowl but you can easily wipe it off with a rag/towel. Jet lighters really shouldn't be used, they're so damn hot you're going to burn/waste your product no matter what. They can be very useful for 'cleaning' a really dirty pipe, if you heat the glass red hot it burns off whatever's on it(Not great for your pipe as heating/cooling makes it more brittle). Candles are sometimes used, and can it can be very helpful to not have to worry about holding the flame just right and they are cheaper cause a quick light and you're good instead of quickly going through disposables.
Loading. Some people load really big bowls, others super small. You can do it either way but stick with less if you can, because the more there is, the more you'll heat/cool and it's easier to burn or waste. About a point (0.1g) is the sweet spot. IMO the best way to load your pipe is to open the baggie of meth and put the stem in the bag and kinda scoop up what you want while holding your finger over the small hole on the bowl (so nothing falls out), then just take the stem out and tap on the end of the stem to get all of it in the bowl. You can also take a small piece of paper(Thicker, the better, I just take a joker or spare from a deck of cards), fold it in half so it's like a V, put the meth in the crease, and then keeping it mostly folded put it on either hole and tilt the card so the meth slides in. It's easy to spill it this way, but it's still a pretty good method.
Crack Back. This is the initial melting the meth down and allowing it to recrystallize at the bottom of the pipe. It's debated whether to inhale for the crack back, some argue impurities are initially burned off, so they don't inhale, others say it doesn't matter, and most impurities will recrystallize with the meth anyway.
It's up to you, personally, I don't inhale but I don't think it's a huge deal. MSM is one of the most common cuts found, and has a lower melting point than meth so some argue this and other impurities with lower melting points are burned off in the initial melt down.
Smoking Now for the good part, like I said before, everyone does it a little different, however there are some bad habits I see that should be avoided as to not waste your shit. Also, it's technically 'vapor' but we'll call it smoke. Before inhaling, you should initially apply heat until you see smoke swirling around in the bowl. By far the most common mistake is over-heating and burning your shit. The flame should never touch the bowl, usually there should be an inch or so from the top of the flame to the bottom of the bowl. Also, don't hold the flame right under the bowl the entire time, either move it to the side and then back or don't hold it as close as when you started.
Once you apply the heat and see it turn to liquid and you see smoke swirling in the bowl, put your mouth on the stem(keeping the end past your lips and front teeth is much better for your oral health) making a seal and start to inhale very slow, you're not taking a rip from a weed bong, if you inhale as hard as you can it's possible to get the devil's kiss(hot liquefied meth in your mouth), for this reason it's also good to keep the pipe tilted slightly down. When you begin to inhale you should turn or twist the pipe 10 and 2. This is so you heat all of it more evenly and cools the meth more (which means more vapor).
Continue inhaling and twirling (some twist it really fast others not so much, it's personal preference) until about 3 seconds before you're out of breath, kill the flame and inhale the rest quickly. I mentioned inhale very slow at first, you should increase the rate at which you inhale (inhale harder when there's thick smoke swirling in the bowl) and then a quick inhale after you kill the flame and are about out of breath. Whether to hold it in or not is debated, I'd say don't bother, because a hit takes long enough that it's likely most of it is all absorbed by the time you're finished.
Is it really bad for your lungs to hold it in? No one knows for sure. Does it recrystallize in your lungs? Absolutely not, this is bullshit, because meth is water soluble and your lungs are moist that would be impossible, besides, the vapor doesn't recrystallize regardless. If you're having trouble blowin thick clouds like the veterans make sure:. You're heating the right part of the bowl.
When you're taking a hit it can be hard to know where to heat so make sure you heat the right part of the bowl at the beginning and then start inhaling without moving the flame or position of your glass. Make sure your mouth is actually on the stem, make a seal like you would drinking from a straw. Try inhaling faster and slower. When you inhale, don't have your nose airway open, only suck in to your lungs. You'll get the hang of it eventually, it's an art. Everyone has their own way of doing it.
There's no right or wrong other than being a fuckboy and torchin your shit where the pipe is black. Never done a guide like this before so excuse my formatting and whatnot, hope I helped out a few rookies, and no I'm not posting a video of me smoking, fuckin feds. Happy speedin.! TLDR; Just don't touch the fucking flame to the glass and burn your shard. It fucking hurts. Already made my nose bleed once with it. I do decent sized rails so its no suprise.
Ways To Smoke Crack
The only practical reason i started snorting was that I was without a decent smoking device for a couple days when i started my current binge (9 days and counting) so i snorted then, and now whenever i go to work i keep a small 'purse' in my cigarettes for bumpin up on the jobsite to keep it all discreet and shit. Cant be chasin a foil while i should be climbin ladders and replacing roof panels!! Ive been wanting to bang it. But the couple times ive went to try and buy needles, i clam up and leave.
How To Smoke Crack Properly
Bein so geetered on average i just start thinkin cops are gonna show up all like, 'hand over the dope, son, and maybe we wont paint the cough supressant aisle with your inerds.'
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