I snorted coke a few times in my 20s.
It was the ’90s, and I was in a band. There were lots of parties.
And that’s the way it starts. Cocaine is a hell of a drug. Never had I felt so energetic, so extroverted, and especially, so talkative. My mouth ran so fast, that I wondered if my brain could keep up. Turns out, it kept up just fine. As my mind and mouth raced, so did my heart. It was exhilarating, and I remember thinking how easy it could be to get used to that feeling.
And that’s how the goddamned drugs get you. You’re young and reckless, and you get a little taste of something that flips all the right switches (at first) and before you know it, boom. You’re hooked.
Fortunately, for me, I was not a famous rock star, nor did I have famous rock star money or connections, and so my infrequent, sporadic flirtation with cocaine ended as nothing more than a passing dalliance.
The fact that I never got addicted doesn’t make me good or …