When I was in New York, I had my Florida boys come up pretty often to visit. They loved the city, but they were like big babies who suddenly felt grown up and acted like they knew everything. I wouldn’t call them sheltered, but they certainly weren’t worldly characters.

They knew my drug of choice used to be cocaine, and they also knew I’d quit to start a family. I had no desire to touch it, and no desire to be around it. Yet, New York City was synonymous with cocaine and other hard drugs in their heads. “Hey man, I know you know some Wall Street boys that can hook us up with some stuff. Where are all the good parties?”

Trying not to be a party pooper, I decided to give them the number of a contact – this redheaded model named Elise. Fuck, she was beautiful, but I never dated her because she was too thin for my liking, and she had an affinity for drug parties. I only liked to hang out with her because she had a beautiful apartment in Williamsburg, and it was fun to hang out there when she was in town.

The morning after, my Florida friends let me know that they got “totally trashed” at Elise’s apartment but that “coke is totally not even a big deal, dude. It doesn’t do shit.” This upset me for a number of reasons:

First of all, cocaine is an addictive drug. I’ve shoved that lovely stuff up my nose several times in the past and let me tell you, it’s nowhere near as tame as pot. Nowhere near. They shouldn’t even put weed and cocaine together in the same sentence or bunched in the same group because cocaine is a hell of a drug. You do it to get tweaked, to party harder, to fuck like crazy. It’s unlike pot, which you take to chill out, have giggle fits and eat like crazy.

Secondly, they know I had an addiction to coke and that it was really hard for me to give up. They knew it ruined my health, my relationships, pretty much my life up until that point. For them to have this HA HA COCAINE AIN’T THAT BAD attitude seriously baffled me.

When I told them, “You must have had some watered down shit if it didn’t do anything for you. You got ripped off,” they got super pissed off at me. “Dude, just because you have a low tolerance doesn’t mean everyone does. We’re not like you; we don’t have to use a lot.”

Despite the fact that what he said contradictory, the whole “use in moderation” aspect can apply to any drug. Cocaine has highly addictive properties, which can mean that a person will do it addictively without even realizing it. Nobody does it with the intention of getting hooked. I’ve done coke along with a slew of other drugs in my life, but I give credit where credit’s due and the whole “coke isn’t that big a deal!!” mentality is something cokeheads tell themselves to feel better. Or people who want to badly feel like they’re now a normal part of society because they’ve done cocaine and want to prove to everyone they survived~

I promptly removed these two kids from my life, and one of them apparently got hooked on some other drugs, lost his internship and went back home to live with his mom.

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