How I Saw the World on a Cocaine Trip (and Why I Stopped)

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How I Saw the World on a Cocaine Trip (and Why I Stopped)

Illustration: Ahmed Sikander

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he first time I did cocaine, I was treated to the sight of three shirtless men entertaining an audience of four extremely jumpy adults with an impromptu stand-up routine. It was 3 am, which is when I used to get off work in those days, resulting in my only friends at the time being three street dogs and five amateur ravers.

This particular event was taking place at the house of Super Rich Boy, neighbour of Stupidly Rich Guy, and boyfriend of Grossly Rich Girl. Three minutes into the skit, as usually happens when people are on cocaine, the rich kids would turn on one another. What followed was 20 minutes of yelling as each ensured their jokes were heard first over the sounds of what we’d been informed by our host earlier was “160 BPM of music”.

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