Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
Just kill me now, LORD! I'd rather be dead than alive, because nothing I predicted is going to happen. – Jonah 4:3

What is freebasing?

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Some people believe that smoking crack or freebasing cocaine is more addictive than snorting, but in my own experiences all forms of doing cocaine is addictive, although smoking can be more intensive. I found that out years ago when I was first introduced to freebasing, which I detail in my memoir . . . . .

Cocaine was a drug that I only occasionally used for recreational purposes. Learning how to freebase--when I was 35 years old--changed my pattern of using when I friend showed me a new way of getting high with cocaine. Instead of snorting, she went through an elaborate process of mixing cocaine with baking soda, adding water and bringing it to a boil in a small, glass bottle. Not wanting to appear stupid, I never questioned what she was doing. I had never seen this done before. I watched in silent amazement.

After about five minutes, she dropped a few drops of water into the bottle and, with the end of a wire hanger, gathered up the cocaine, which was by now an oily substance. Once out of the water, the cocaine hardened into a rock. She then placed several pieces of the rock cocaine into the bowl of a tiny glass pipe and handed it to me.

When I placed the stem of the pipe into my mouth, she held a burning match at the end of the stem and instructed me to in- hale deeply and slowly. I did as directed and felt a sudden rush
to my brain that nearly knocked me off my feet. My body temperature shot up and my heart pounded erratically. What I was feeling was better than sex. I took a few more hits like that and I knew in an instant that I would use cocaine like this from now on. What didn't know is that I was embarking on a practice that would soon have me addicted.


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"... this game with myself every weekend. After the first few weeks of relapsing, my once- a- week ritual begins to occur more frequently. I find myself craving Cocaine more often, even before I have come down from the last high. * * * On the night before I am ..."
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"... gun at me. “I gave you what you wanted.” By now, my head is pounding with the need for Cocaine. I’m bigger than this kid. If I can take him on, I can get my money back and get all of the real Cocaine that he has on him. “I’m telling you man,” he says once ..."
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"... say. “Killing you isn’t worth twenty bucks.” I walk away, upset that I just lost my last opportunity to get high tonight, but also because I am facing the frightening thought that I am sick in the head again over Cocaine. That realization didn’t change anything, however. ..."
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"... two drafts of my article before my drug dependency, my own sad story, cuts through the apathy of weeks of using Cocaine. I turn in my second draft to the magazine, and three days later, I contact Eagleville Hospital about being admitted for treatment. * * ..."
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"... treatment. I’m an addict. I repeat these words to myself on the train to Eagleville to convince myself of the reason why I am going. I shouldn’t need convincing. During my relapse, I’ve stolen for drugs. I ripped off my bank, and my friends as well to get money for Cocaine. Passengers ..."
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"... to get treatment.” “I got to the point where I would do anything to get high,” says a woman named Mary, a pretty blond. “I sold my jewelry, my clothes, my body, whatever I could get my hands on for Cocaine. I hated myself, but I couldn’t stop.” “—Cocaine is ..."
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"... stop.” “—Cocaine is something different,” Jake interrupts. “I’ve shot heroin for years, but I never blew too much money or lost my sanity. But when I started smoking crack, I blew a lot of money. Coming down was like being hit with a ..."
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"... myself for a barrage of questions I know is coming. His office is small and sparsely furnished. “How often do you use Cocaine?” he begins. “About once a week.” I answer. “How much do you spend?” “$200.” “How long has this been going on?” “For about six ..."
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"... your drug of choice?” he asks me while I am making up my bed. I’m not really in the mood to talk, but I answer him anyway. Cocaine.” “Man,” he says. “a lot of people are here because of cocaine. Sometimes I wonder what I’ve been missing. That stuff must be ..."
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"... in the mood to talk, but I answer him anyway. “Cocaine.” “Man,” he says. “a lot of people are here because of Cocaine. Sometimes I wonder what I’ve been missing. That stuff must be dynamite!” I ignore that statement, even though I know that he is right. ..."

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"... to know what normal feels like. My life was full of ifs, and buts. I also became friends with Paul, a local drug dealer, who became my sole source for weed and Cocaine and any other illicit drug I wanted. ***** One evening, Kathy ..."
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"... I was about to leave, then remembered that I still had a sheet of acid in my shirt pocket. I thought of Miriam’s trip on acid, and my near disaster of imagining that I could fly. I’ll stick to smoking weed and snorting Cocaine, I told myself. ..."

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"... Music.” I was nervous. I sucked on my tongue, gritted my teeth, wiping the sweaty palms of my hands onto my pants. I desperately wanted to snort a line of Cocaine, smoke a joint, do something to steady my nerves. Listening to the music through the headset was ..."

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"... my tendency and love of smoking weed in my car or inviting women over to my house to snort Cocaine. Now If I was going to get high, I must indulge alone. I had to be careful of where and from whom I purchased my drugs from. Gary was a fishbowl. As part of my new responsibilities, I ..."
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"... street, I walked out the door to my car and drove home. Once I was in my house, I pulled the drapes fully across the living room window. I sat on the sofa and I tossed the bag of Cocaine onto the coffee table. I reached underneath for a mirror, Very carefully, I broke the seal on the ..."
"...Cocaine Very carefully, I broke the seal on the bag of Cocaine, spreading all of it onto the mirror. Using a single edge razor blade, I arranged the coke ..."
"...Cocaineat I was incapable of lifting or moving them. My eyes, wouldn't focus and I was having great difficulty breathing. Whatever I just snorted wasn’t Cocaine. Confused, my body immobilized like some sort of paralysis had set in, I prayed to stay ..."
"...Cocaineed, stretched out in my own bed. I tried to recollect how I got there. All I was able to remember was that I had snorted something I believed was Cocaine and I ..."
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"... for pound, she was as good as—if not better than—Mary Lou Ret- ton. Dianne would have won gold. * * * Cocaine was a drug that I only occasionally used for recreational purposes. Learning how to freebase--when I was 35 years old--changed my pattern of using when I friend ..."
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"... occasionally used for recreational purposes. Learning how to freebase--when I was 35 years old--changed my pattern of using when I friend showed me a new way of getting high with Cocaine. Instead of snorting, she went through an elaborate process of mixing cocaine with baking ..."
"...Cocainebout five minutes, she dropped a few drops of water into the bottle and, with the end of a wire hanger, gathered up the Cocaine, which was by now an oily substance. Once out of the water, the Cocaine hardened into a rock. ..."
"...Cocaineture shot up and my heart pounded erratically. What I was feeling was better than sex. I took a few more hits like that and I knew in an instant that I would use Cocaine like this from now on. What didn’t know is that I was ..."

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"...Cocainea dealer who meets me at a corner bar with two grams of crack, $300 worth. I go back to Christine’s house, but she’s still out. I decide to sit on her steps for a few minutes. After 20 minutes of waiting, I become more frustrated. ..."
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"... at her. Her hands are dirty and rough looking. I know for sure that she is a smoker. “What you got?” she wants to know. Cocaine. Plenty of it.” She takes me to a room that she is renting in a crack house. The house is cluttered with trash, without electricity or ..."
"...Cocaineup the stem off the bed. My fingers are sticky with blood. I take a large piece of crack from the bag, ignoring the fact that my bloody fingers are staining the rock that I am about to smoke. ..."

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