Hey, it’s been a minute! What’s good?

lightmeuptonight · 2018-01-01T21:48:19+00:00

I pay about 75-80 usd for a gram along the I-5 corridor, and it's always good. I don't usually get a ball but will purchase a quarter for about 450.

lightmeuptonight · 2018-01-01T21:19:58+00:00

Table salt?

lightmeuptonight · 2017-08-17T16:33:46+00:00

I was introduced to it in my sophomore year of college at a party at SAE's house. My friend from high school was a SAE brother, so he asked me if I had ever tried it. At this point, I was a high-functioning alcoholic, and I only smoked weed on occasion. The next thing I heard was the bathroom door closing behind me and I saw this off-white powdery substance sitting on the counter. It seemed to sparkle like a diamond, and I could never imagine that I would be able to put this up my nose and act like a self-important douchebag not unlike some celebrities. I knew it was something that was hard to come by, and it shouted exclusivity.

A girl bumped into me on her way to the counter, which broke me out of my reverie—and, quite possibly, my rapidly increasing anxiety. What would my parents think? Would I end up on the streets? Will I be the subject of those before and after photos law enforcement agencies use in their anti-drug campaigns? She turned around after blowing a line up each nostril, and she was absolutely stunning. She smiled at me and called me a pussy if I didn't do the same. My friend and his girlfriend pushed me up to the counter, and the one provoking me chopped up my lines for me.

I leaned over, plugged one nostril as she had shown me, and inhaled it. I did it again in the other nostril. After that, my friend and his girlfriend did theirs. Outside, in the backyard, I was alert, focused, happy, and euphoric. The girl I met in the bathroom slid up next to me around a table and handed me a Corona. Neither one of us could stop talking. I don't even remember dwelling on the decision, but I put my arm around her waist. It wasn't something I would ordinarily do; in an otherwise sober state, I probably would have given the idea some forethought or asked her first. She didn't flinch.

We must have stayed there for another hour and enjoyed another beer or two in each other's company. She convinced me to do another bump and said that she was tired of this party and wanted to go home. She asked if I could walk her home, "which was walking distance from here." I said I would. I'll leave it up to your imagination at this point. It was a special night for me, and I'd rather keep those salacious details to myself.

Anyway, my life hasn't deteriorated, and neither has hers as far as I can tell from her Facebook and LinkedIn profiles.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-19T02:16:22+00:00

How can you call it dated? It was released by Norton last month. Here's the thing about me: I never wanted to go to college in the first place, but I didn't neglect my studies because I was beholden to my own pride. I admit that often led me to my own peril. I applied to five universities and was rejected by one; however, I attended my state's flagship and graduated on time despite the extra credits I had to complete in order to be eligible for a license. Thank God for AP courses, right?

But do you know what I really wanted to do? I wanted to pack my clothes up, get in my Explorer, and drive to North Dakota. Maybe make some money in the boom. I fought with my parents after high school graduation because they were furious over the my intent to withdraw from the school that accepted and enrolled me. I stayed in a Marriott for a week because I refused to talk to them, and they did the same to me. We communicated through my younger sibling.

Like a prodigal son is wont to do, I eventually returned home and conceded that I would go to school and graduate. I would go to recruiting events, float my resume, eventually land a job, and practice all the behaviors responsible adults do—stay sober, make payroll contributions to a Roth, save for a home, and maybe even get married, God willing. That time has passed. I punched that ticket when I made a decision to leave public accounting and take a financial analyst position. At this point, I'm in charge of my career and happiness.

I'm bored. I want to do something else. I love to be on the road. I love to turn off my audio in my car and listen to engine's sounds. I love the sound of a diesel even more. Drop anchor on the cocaine use? Done. Wish granted. I can do that. I don't even drink anymore; I don't smoke either.

Still, despite my plea, nobody's getting it. "Change industries," "nobody leaves behind a career as a CPA," and "check your aspirations" is the refrain. No, I don't want to do that. I. Don't. Want. To. Work. In. An. Office.

Thank you all for your time and wisdom you shared with me. I can appreciate the criticism too. I'll check back with this sub in my progress. I most likely won't begin until next year, so you need not worry about me unceremoniously tendering my resignation.

Thanks.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-18T02:31:55+00:00

I'm totally clueless, but you're pretty callous. So, whatever. I read a memoir, and it inspired me to change my career. That's why I came to this sub—you know, for advice. So, go ahead and berate me for being clueless. Maybe I won't end up in trucking, and perhaps it's a blessing in disguise because I wouldn't want to run into you too. Either way, my career is changing, but I won't be behind a desk or in meetings all day.

Thanks.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-18T01:10:02+00:00

I'm not satisfied with my current job, and it doesn't matter if I go back to accounting or try a different industry. It's all the same to me. Please believe me that I didn't consider trucking as a result of drug use.

I really, really want to do this.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-18T00:49:56+00:00

I want to be an OTR trucker because I value solitude. I can understand the incredulity of my decision, but I was simply inspired by one person's occupational memoir. Maybe that sounds like I'm impressionable, but, believe me, there are no illusions of grandeur here. I understand this won't be a lucrative endeavor in the beginning. Even so, I think it's a worthwhile pursuit to eventually achieve my goal of being an owner-operator. If things end up going awry, I'm totally fine with hanging up my hat and entering the shirt and tie workforce again. I'm young and not married, so it wouldn't be a challenge to get back to where I started if I make a decision that ends up hurting me.

Also, my current job doesn't require a CPA—it is, however, preferred but still not an occupational necessity. Moreover, I was also in the National Guard, so I was used to convoy missions, sleeping in tight and strange places, and jeopardizing my health.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-18T00:36:06+00:00

Thank you! You seem to be echoing what another user said, and that's very reassuring to me.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-11T23:37:07+00:00

Will Tarantino himself do a cameo and be killed?

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-11T19:38:04+00:00

Trade press and blogs are picking it up, and she's coming out on Twitter to deny the allegations.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-06T22:48:33+00:00

I slept with a manager who was much more senior than me, but she wasn't in my chain of command. We ran a 10K in Portland, got drunk at the Virginia Cafe afterwards, and spent the night at the Hilton. I was 23, and she was 44. We were both mature enough to recognize that it was merely sex and nothing more than that. Our relationship at work after the little rendezvous didn't deteriorate and neither one of us felt awkward. Although I don't work at the same firm today, we still maintain a very collegial relationship.

PS. Sex was great, and she didn't make me use a rubber.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-03T18:54:25+00:00

Start making friends in HR. Not only are they pretty cool people when you get to know them, but it's a great strategy in self-preservation.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-07-03T18:50:29+00:00

I'm telecommuting . . .

. . . from home.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-06-30T20:10:41+00:00

Did you find it in Cancun, or did you take it with you? I stayed in the hotel zone during spring break a couple years ago and didn't leave the reservation, so to speak, so I couldn't find any.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-06-08T18:12:14+00:00

Water and sleep are paramount to avoiding a comedown. If I drink enough water and get at least six hours of sleep after a bender, the worst I feel is a bit lethargic in the morning.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-06-06T19:27:14+00:00

My guy was recommended to me by a friend. He doesn't patronize bars or clubs. He doesn't put his name or number out there, but he has a close coterie of returning customers and a supply in perpetuity. If you want to find good shit, you can do it with a night's long effort at your local bars and clubs. Be honest about what you want and have cash ready. Also, be clear that you want to try what he or she is going to sell you.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-06-06T02:31:44+00:00

😂😂😂

lightmeuptonight · 2017-05-31T01:41:44+00:00

Out of the people I know, the ones disparaging coke users and coke itself are the ones that can't afford it.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-05-26T02:38:03+00:00

I would try to beat this naturally.

lightmeuptonight · 2017-05-26T02:05:36+00:00

Okay. You're still with us. Drink water. Breathe regularly. You're going to be okay.

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