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Wednesday, April 11, 2018
I'm not talking about the cold white fluffy stuff. I'm talking about the obscene use of cocaine in every downtown venue ever. I love partying, I love having fun, I love going to clubs, dancing, taking in live music, whatever. What I don't love is being yelled at in the bathroom about how you “need coke" or how "your life is ruined because of coke.” I can see the powder dripping out of your zombie noses. Disgusting! Sniff a little harder—SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF—nothing to see here. PUKE.
I've tried party drugs, even went a little overboard as a much younger person, but it doesn’t take much of the brain cells you might have left to know that using coke every weekend, every time you go out, every day, every night is going to seriously fuck you up.
FYI: a wide range of cognitive functions are impaired with long-term cocaine use—such as sustaining attention, impulse inhibition, memory, making decisions involving rewards or punishments, and performing motor tasks. Other scary things: increased rate of stroke and brain bleeds, loss of smell and damage to nose and sinus cavity. Loss of TONS of money you probably don't have, directly contributing to WARS and death of innocent people, losing friends, family, partners, children—how many reasons do you need to stop? —The Only Thing Worse Was Being Asked For Crystal Meth
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