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Cocaine Conversations

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Once again, Ramblin’ Rooster couldn’t leave the hen house and so I’m taking over the reins. I’m a friend of Ramblin’ and my name is Kreg Millian. I wanted to reach out to the community and do an Anti-Drug PSA blog. Ramblin’ said it sounded like a good thing to him, so I hope you enjoy and he’ll blog with you tomorrow.


I don’t know how much cocaine you “do”, but if it’s any at all then you’ll know everything I’m about to say is true. If you’ve never done cocaine, but were thinking of giving it a shot then perhaps this blog will set you straight and prevent you from doing something you’ll probably regret.


We’re talking about cocaine here, not crystal or meth or crushed up anti-depressants, but cocaine, man!


Cocaine is expensive. To give you a reference of comparison, cocaine is like going to a fancy restaurant and ordering a $300 plate and only receiving a baby’s portion of food. You blew $300 and you’re still very hungry, as if you didn’t even eat at all. So in this rough economical time, you should probably avoid a wallet vacuum like cocaine.


Cocaine is crazy. It’s not like alcohol or marijuana at all. If marijuana was a swing set and alcohol was a merry-go-round, cocaine would be a free fall rollercoaster. Once you’re on cocaine, you’re on it. There’s no coffee, food or napping that’s going to even you out.


Regardless of who you are, how reserved, private, tough or macho, cocaine makes you unhinge your jaw, but unlike a snake trying to swallow a field mouse, you just want to make flappin’ you gums easier. If you’re around other people doing cocaine it becomes a frenzied talk show with no host and no rules. Everyone wants to tell their life story and things they’d never even thought of sharing until now. This doesn’t mean that the stories are risqué, interesting or revealing. They could be about the third grade or what mother use to cook on Sunday. The worst part is that nobody is even hearing the words coming from your mouth; they’re just listening for you to take a breath so that they can cut in and start muttering off nonsense.


Cocaine puts the tense in intense. If you like being nervous and flexing every muscle in your body constantly for hours, then by all means, do cocaine. If grinding your teeth, experiencing lockjaw and experimenting in “ticks” sounds fun, then cocaine is for you. If you like looking out the window, over you shoulder, checking your phone, checking your watch and barricading doors, all for no real reason then please try cocaine.


Bottom line, cocaine is bad. Sounds silly to say, but it’s the truth. I was addicted to cocaine for six years. I estimate that I spent close to half a million dollars in that time and in the end I have nothing to show for it except bad credit, tons of debt, and a medical chart that says I had a heart attack. Ultimately the choice is up to you, but I urge you to stay away from the white devil powder!



Kreg Millian

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February 11, 2009 at 4:09 am

Laughing On Laughing Gas Makes Me Feel Guilty

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When “meth” started taking over the news and famous people who weren’t suppose to be drug addicts started coming out of the woodwork, the world started changing. Suddenly you couldn’t buy cold medicine anymore without showing a driver’s licence and somewhere there’s a list of how often all these people have bought it and where. Can you say, “Big Brother is watching”? So naturally my paranoia grew.

There were a couple of times at the doctor’s office, where the subject of pain medication came up and I had a moment of feeling like I was faking, (even though I wasn’t) just to get a pill prescription, but those stories are kind of boring and I’ve already told you the point/meaning you would extract if I told you the whole story. Where the real weirdness comes in, is at the dentist.

Before we get into it, I need to say I’m borderline phobic of dentists. I equate dentistry to pain and I don’t like to go in for visits.

For some reason, dentists still use “laughing gas” or nitrous oxide. You’d think by now they would have invented some bubble gum flavored laser that could zap away the pain.

The first time I “got the gas” I was pretty young, but I remember telling the doctor I could still feel him working and if he could “turn it up”. He replied, “I’ve got it as high as it can go, which I’ve never done for a patient before.” Wow, I guess that makes me special.

The second time wasn’t that long ago, so I have a much better recollection of it. The nurse turned it on, told me to “breath deep” and left the room. I started “huffing” on it. Time alone doing nothing feels like forever, so I don’t know how much time passed before I started thinking, “It’s not doing anything.” I started to “huff” harder. Then I started to feel warm and fuzzy. Next the urge to start to giggling began. At first I try to fight it, but alas it’s futile. In the end a always let out a little “stoner’s” laugh. No matter what, I feel incredible guilty laughing on “laughing gas”. I guess I think that it shouldn’t be enjoyable, or maybe that I’ll get in trouble and they’ll take it away. Which ever is the case, I try to stifle the laughing, but it always makes me laugh more. To make matters worse, the chair at the dentist never faces where they come into the room. For all I know the doctor and the nurse could be standing just outside watching me and talking about what an idiot I am. It’d be pretty cool to be a dentist.

FYI – I don’t know if I’ll be able to write tomorrow’s blog. I need to look into becoming a dentist to get me a “nitrous tank” of my own, as to avoid the guilt of laughing.

Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster

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October 19, 2008 at 5:41 am