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Say Yes

Mar 10, 2007 in Crack Stories



Cook it up in the kitchen

May 09, 2006 in Crack Stories

Why crack?

Crack is a smokable form of cocaine. Cocaine needs the salts taken out of it for it to be smoked, otherwise it would burn too quickly. The vapors from smoking it reach the system quicker. It takes between 10 to 15 seconds to get a high off of smoking crack, compared to 10 to 15 minutes from snorting powder cocaine. Crack is also cheaper because it takes less cocaine to get the same high than with the powdered substance. So, crack is not only cheaper, but it’s a more powerful form of cocaine.

Just think, you go to your local street corner with maybe five dollars in your pocket and can get yourself a nickel rock. No wonder hobos and crackhos love the junk. It’s cheaper to get crack than it is to get a pack of cigarettes. And the high is much greater. That’s why crack is so synonymous with poverty.

So, what would you need to make some crack?

A flask or nonbreakable glass cup, a pot, some cocaine, some baking soda, a coffee filter, and some water. Outside of the cocaine, the rest can be gotten at any local supermarket.

How do you make it?

Take your flask and add some hot water. Take your powder cocaine and dissolve it in the hot water. Add the baking soda. Take the mixture and boil it up. You’ll know when it’s done when you see small chunks in the urine colored liquid. Take it off the heat source. Quickly cool the mixture, preferably over ice cubes, sort of like chilling wine. Now you’ll need the coffee filter. Filter the mixture through it. What should be left in the filter is the crack solids. Cut’em up. Now you can sell them, or simply enjoy.

The Real Deal About Crack

Baking Soda and Coca Leaves, Part II

May 09, 2006 in Crack Stories

Did you know Coca-Cola used to have cocaine in it. It was part coca and part wine, sort of like my crackhead uncle. Apparently, the coca and wine was supposed to fix people of their illnesses, like thoughtfulness, and not urinating in other people’s back yards. But the big bad governement had to get in everybody’s way. That’s why they came up with that evil law, Prohibition, outlawing all that filthy liquor. I hate you liquor. I hope you die.

So, the dude that made Coca-Cola had to remove the wine part. He kept the coke like a good grug dealer, and just added sugar and caffeine to the mix. just think, a soft drink with coke and caffeine in it. I bet people really got high off that stuff. I guess that’s why Coca-Cola became such a hit. A hit, get it, a hit. Forget it.

So, after hyping up a generation, the government decided that crap like cocaine and heroin was bad (at least for negroes), and decided to outlaw the substances. So, you know what that meant, no more hemp ropes and bags. Dammit. So the dude that made Coca-Cola took out the coke and added more syrup and sugar. And that’s how we got the piece of crap that messed us up with fat kids and adult diabetes today.

Thanks Coke. I mean, Coca-Cola, that is.

Crack Story #1

Oct 11, 2005 in Crack Stories

Squirrels go nuts on crack
South London squirrels after different kind of stash

Apparently, people over in a part of jolly ole’ Britain have been seeing squirrels acting all cracked up and crazy. Part of me thinks this shit is a joke, or some elaborate hoax. And yet, seeing what the crack can do, I can sort of believe this type of shit might be happening.

They are digging up the stashes and eating the mega-addictive drug, which comes in small chunks.

Several have been spotted behaving bizarrely in Brixton, South London, since a police blitz against pushers and users.

A friend of mine had a dog who used to act all fucked up and crazy. He told me that he thought the dog was getting high off the weed he was smoking. He once had to beat the dog when it knocked a stash of weed off his bed. He found the dog sniffing at the shit all over his bedroom floor.

I often noticed the dog acting funny, falling over repeatedly, barking for no apparent reason, then stopping, and going to sleep pretty much anywhere at the drop of a hat. At the time, I didn’t think it was the drugs. I blamed the dog’s strange behavior more on the fact that my man used to abuse it, beating and kicking it, throwing it around. I just thought he had beaten the sense out of the dog.

It seemed more likely because, unfortunately, people tend to abuse their pets where I’m from. They cut off the tip of the ears. They cut the vocal cords so the dogs can’t bark. They pit their dogs against others in brutal dog fights. I remember as a kid finding a dog in the alley limping. I was walking back home with a friend of mine. When the dog spotted us, he went off, barking and spitting. If his legs weren’t so fucked up, I’m sure it would have taken us out. Why? Because all dogs have it in them to take a brother out.

Throughout my living, I’ve learned one thing: never trust a dog. Some people worry about gangbangers jumping them, or weird rapist looking dudes molesting them. Me. I don’t worry about that shit. I worry about dogs. If I’m walking through some fucked up neighborhood, the first thing I’m checking for is for roaming mutts. I’ve been attacked and had to break out and run too many times to not worry about them beyotches.

I worry about dogs more than I worry about gangbangers and crack heads. Although, crackheads are second on my list, followed by a pack of dumb ass teenagers. You can’t trust crackheads like you can’t trust dogs. They tend to react in ways you can’t predict. I recently came home from work one day to find my phone wasn’t working. I later found out that the crackheads had cut and ripped the fiber optic lines throughout most of my neighborhood, apparently so they could sell the shit for crack.

If you hear about weird shit like that happening, it’s usually a crackhead, or a teenager. Same goes for most murders and burglaries. I recently read about some old chick who was found murdered in her senior citizen building. Guess who did the shit? A crackhead teenager. The dude killed his own grandmother for a couple of bills. Now ain’t that some sad shit.

That’s why it’s best to be on the look out. Make sure you never let an animal get too close to you. You can’t trust any of these animals out here, be it man or beast.