Last night I did coke.
I was talking with Able for a while about producing and DJing and how I think him and every one else involved in Frequency was doing a good job bringing in good artists and what not. While we were talking some one came up to him and gave him a little zippybag of coke and he asked if I wanted a bump. I was drunk so I said sure. We walk to the back and he dips his key into the bag and holds the key to my nose. I sniff. We walked back out and we kept chatting. Then suddenly I felt so good and my drunkness kinda disappeared. When I started to come down off of it all I could think about was how badly I wanted to do it again. I felt so good and I was like shit I'd do that again. Quick and easy. It fucking scared me.
When I got home at 9:30 I went straight to bed. I had a really good time spinning and meeting a bunch of new people at the party last night I just couldn't believe I did that. I felt bad. I don't wanna be that guy thats name is suddenly associated with he does coke. I didn't really even do that much but it was a taste. And it was enough.
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