The First Time I smoked Crack

The pipe was an old inhaler with a bit of foil over the end. Steve lit it for me. The smoke snaked into my lungs and I did my best not to cough. I held it down for as long as I could and felt myself come to life. I felt beautiful, like Madonna or something. I never wanted the feeling to ever end. He looked at me and I looked lazily back at him. He was the most wonderful man in the whole world and I'd just found the answer to all lifes problems: crack cocaine.