I remember (vaguely) there was this Peruvian heart surgeon who lived in the neighborhood when I was a young drunken college freshman in the city. Anyway one night he wandered into our sort of divey but relatively tame and popular neighborhood watering hole. He politely asked if he could enter the never ending pool games on the cramped little bar table. So he’s all rich and smart and well spoken and very humble and appreciative that we let him join in, class act all around. Buying drinks etc. anyway no gay code now, but he invites me and my Roomate/partner in crime up to his million dollar 3 bedroom condo in this fancy Greenwich village doorman building, and he pours a round of drinks and pours a golf ball size hunk of the most golden, shimmering, hypnotic cocaine I had ever seen before or since. Sublime. Perfect euphoric high, no jitters, just face meltingly good. Only other Yahtzee I’ve seen that even came close was some un cut right off the boat (literally) Colombian flake down in CR
Oh and a last twist to the heart surgeon with amazing coke story (and further negates any hint of homosexuality you perverts love to attach to every story) Anyway, we’re all hammered and high as I’ve ever been, and eventually, the happy birds had been tweeting for a while by then, the good doctor called a few hookers and said “guys, my treat, it’s been such a fun evening, I have beautiful women on the way” and I’m sorry to say that was a bit terrifying for our 18 year old selves. We were torn, for sure, but my homie and I just could not get down with a hookers and blow party, at 7 am on a school day no less lol. We thanked him profusely and wished him a great day with the girls, and we retreated to the dorm suite to get ready for class. Saw him at the bar a few more times and had a few drinks, but never again have I seen such cocaine, or been faced with the actual terrifying and thrilling dream come true orgy with 3 beautiful NYC call girls. Took me a long time to forgive myself. I was a confident mature precocious party animal at 18, hell I’d already had 2 threesomes with hot girlfriends of mine. But when faced with the ultimate “ripped from Vivid Video” (remember this was 1997 when vivid video ruled the vcr.) scenario, I didn’t step up to the plate and swing like a man, I bolted. That is my cross to carry to the end of my days.