Also on coke. It's a rather long story, so I shorten it considerably-- in Mexico, ripped off by drug dealer, threaten drug dealer and his friends, come to settlement, try selling coke to American tourists, do way too much coke myself, get way paranoid, flush my stash down the toilet at a club, spend whole night wide awake sweating, unbuttoning and buttoning my shirt over and over again, terrified the Federales will come at any moment and I'll be sent to a Mexican prison. Swear I'll never do coke again. End up doing it a couple months later when some really hot girl asked me to come back to her apartment and do some with her (was 21 in my own defense here).
Still if anyone wants to offer me some...
You're experience sounds like a movie scene, and mine sounds like a chav attack. This is why I chose to model my character in a flash story on you.
Nah i wouldn't do it even if offered now. Give me mdma, give me smoke and I'm good.
Worst alcohol experience?
So many I've lost count, but probably first drunk experience, puking as some guy went to kiss me, and phoning my foster parents to come get me and crying profusely as they took me home.
If you had 3 wishes, what would you wish for. No wishing for wishes of course.