Cocaine.
As bartenders, I sometimes feel like we're expected to throw more outrageous parties than the rest of the world - straight-liquor-and-beer parties really do seem pretty plain after spending countless nights making a living slinging them.
So our parties tend to go to a higher level, with more drugs and more alcohol than your average bang-up.
It's during these parties that I've begun to truly understand how I emotionally and mentally rationalize drug usage. What drugs I WILL try, and what drugs I won't.
Coke is one I won't. Actually, I stay away from drugs altogether - (Note: Marijuana is not a drug. It's a plant.) - but I feel particularly strongly about white.
A huge bash I attended over the weekend simply reinforced the feeling. Let me tell you why - and let me start by asking you a question.
Ever seen Scarface? The movie did an exceptional job of capturing that look in someone's eye when they are truly, deeply, spiritually excited about receiving a drug. The puppy-dog pant-and-beg gimme-please-please-please look that people unconsciously make when they are feening (spelling?) for something. The clapping-my-hands-yes-yes-yes-yes-I-got-some look that people make when they finally get it.
Like they NEED it.
Cocaine makes people look like that. Makes them look pitiful, needful, starving for something that is not ONLY unimportant, but is completely bad for them.
I mean, I get stoked when I buy some exceptionally dank weed. But I don't ever feel like I NEED it. Like my body DEMANDS I take it in.
That looks makes me sick. So I stay away from the white.
Ugh.
1 comment:
Uh, Drugs are bad, M'kay!
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