Since the answer wasn't profoundly important, I used ChatGPT to answer a question about cocaine usage. It occurs to me that it may seem cute how little I know about cocaine usage. I can own this. My experience with the substance, at least to my knowledge, is limited to the following instances:
1. A bachelor party where a fellow on cocaine cornered me for three hours and talked about his crazy ex-girlfriend, one of whose eccentricities was to eat popcorn and then, several hours later, demand that he perform sex in her rear end. He was profoundly talented at keeping you from either speaking or finding that one slight pause where you might excuse yourself from the conversation. It was almost demonic how good he was at this.
2. I was once at an older man's retirement party, in a private room at a large Milwaukee restaurant named Crawdaddy's. The manager in charge of the room knew another fellow in the room, because they had met at NA meetings. The manager's eyes darted restlessly around the crowd, even while talking with you; his eyes were ravenous for information about the present. If you interacted with him, he would hold eye contact for exactly one second, before his eyes began tearing the room apart for fresher information.
J Hardy Carroll
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