Epic Coke & Acid Story

I really think it depends on the quality of the coke and what you're mixing it with.

I will try and relay a story that happened to me, but there's no way I can do it the rightful justice that it deserves, but I will try.

It started around 4 PM. Me and my friend Ronnie had been doing lines of the purest coke I've ever done for almost 3 days straight. I had a few hours of sleep in me, but I was quite delusional. I remember him telling me how great acid is with coke. He says the trip never goes too far because the coke evens it out. Then, somehow I ended up taking a few hits. I didn't want to, but they were almost forced into my mouth. I remember the effects coming on soon. I was talking on the phone to a friend and I finally had to tell him that I could not keep this conversation going. I hung up the phone, turned around and my friend Ronnie was gone. I tried calling him with no answer. Then I started wondering if he had even been there the whole time or had he just dropped me off at my house?

I was alone in my room now. Bumping lines and really starting to feel the acid. It was now about 7PM. I started hearing voices coming from my vent. It was of a ladies voice. I got up on a chair and looked through. I could see my neighbor through the vent. It looked as if she was with someone and they were staring back at me wondering how I could see them. The bumping of lines continued. Then loud knocking at the front door downstairs. My roommate answered it. I heard my friend Ronnie in my closet telling me it's the cops. I looked for Ronnie in my clothes that were hanging up and on top of my rack. I couldn't find him. I heard from downstairs the cops were looking for the person peeking into the neighbor's house from next door. I ran into my room. I went to the closet again to ask Ronnie what was going on. He said there were undercover agents in the closet. I paced back to my desk with the pile of coke and nonchalantly brushed it on the ground. I then casually rubbed the powder into the carpet with my foot. I went back to where I believed Ronnie was in my closet to ask him what undercover cops were doing there. I asked him, "Why were undercover cops in my closet?" ...

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