Was at Codmother on U St and had many, many of the beer/shot combos. Walked outside at 3 am and was talking to a guy while smoking a cig. Dropped the cig, it got wet, and realized it was my last one. He offered me one and I was too drunk to notice that it was a plastic one hitter. Took a drag and thought to myself "this is a nasty cigarette". Took another and realized something was wrong, asked him if it was weed (i don't smoke, give me a break) and he laughs and says "THAT AIN'T WEED N***A, THAT'S CRACK!".
I ended up holding the rail outside the bar from 3 am until 8 am when it felt safe to let go and walk home. Best I can describe it was like being flat on my back on a trampoline. For three seconds I felt like I was going up then a pause then three seconds I felt like I was going down (that dropping feeling in the stomach) then a pause....rinse and repeat. When I got home my girlfriend asked where the hell I was all night and I just said "smoked crack, too tired to talk, will explain later" and passed out for 11 hours.