Lately I seem to be surrounded by cokeheads. In the train, in bars, even in work related places. You recognize them from afar: Their galvanizing body movements, like the ministry of silly walks on speed. The constant fiddling with their noses – sniffing, puffing, snorting. The stray gaze on their faces. The eyes strobe-lighting like disco balls.
Coke seems to fuck their brain so hard, driving in constant overcommunication-mode, a cascade of synapses-nonsense – and so they act. Their cerebral cortexes are formula 1 tracks and their thoughts are high end cars, driven by crazy monkeys – and so they speak.
They seem to be in pain all the time, but they don’t realize it. Instead they tend to get cocky, overconfident, talk and talk and hardly ever listen. Strain the nerves of everyone. Human noise. I usually leave as quick as possible.