Am I crazy or did you just say...you smoked crack?

Ok, So I was kicking it with one of my cousins boys. You know how we do "family", we adopt folks into our inner circle because they know your cousin and your cousin knows them from some random chick he used to kick it with, who just so happens to like the same things your cousin likes...yadda, yadda...yadda...3 months later you and "cousin jeff's boy" are out kicking it on the streets of the ATL trying to show them the city. Are you following me? Good. So, me and cousin jeff's boy are out clubbing, he gets a phone call...ring.."hello". its cousin jeff's boys ex baby momma on the other line. Why does cjb go on and on, raising his voice, screaming etc..and then clamps the phone, and slams it on my dash. (side note. Brotha, if you ever slam you f'n phone on my dash again...me and you are going to have to step outside and handle this like men.) After apologizing for the character flaw, cjb decides to catch me up with his life. (Side note: Why do people think I am their personal counselor? I mean, isn't there health plans for therapy? I guess my advice, no matter how skewed it might be...is free and at times, pretty logical..from my perspective that is...) Anyhow, you still with me? Oh yeah...cousin jeff's boy...continues to talk about how his ex, or should I say soon to be ex-wife, is pressing for a divorce and wants closure. Ok thats cool. So I do my Dr. Phil impersonation "So, why do you think you haven't provided her with a divorce, cousin jeff's boy?" He replies, "Well, man...its like this...you know sun, know wha I mean, kid its like yo, she just don't awshit that itch jus dunt undastand me yo." I rephrase the question "So why do you think you and her are apart?" he replies..."See this chick man, she be addin pressa to the sitchiation you know, she just run her mouth and be asking me to do all this crazy isht." I think about it and realize...dude is hurt by this chick and still is in love...so I have to ask him..."Dude so, why are you here and not with her working it out." The reply floored me. "Man, see this chick she is so crazy that she made me smoke crack!" (Side note: ok you know the part in the movie when the record scratches when the black character walks into the western bars, add that sound effect here.) So, I have to play this off...my mind starts racing. His rambling goes into the teacher from the peanuts mode...wah, wah, wah, wah....as I comprehend what he just told me. I stop. I think about it and I ask cjb..."Am I crazy or did you just say you smoked crack?" I was corrected..."She made me smoke crack!" (Side note: ok, you know the drill, no one can make you jump off the bridge, pull the trigger...yadda yadda, NUKKA IS YOU CRAZY! YOU SMOKED CRACK...no one had a gun to your head...fool...you was on them rocks...) So, I let him explain...but meanwhile I was backtracking through my house, my car, my events over the past few weeks...Oh crap...did this crackhead...

needless to say...cousin jeff's boy...is now under investigation, by my homeland security system. Don't judge me...for judging old boy...dude smoked crack. Ok...that is enough. if you smoke weed, your a weedhead. if you drink alcohol..you are a drinker...if you sleep with babymommas...you are a mf'r right??? I mean come on...(well, the mf'r is a stretch...but that was a pretty clever joke, huh...? got to give a brother some props for that...) any way...Im curious. how many people actually know someone who has smoked crack? better yet how many crackheads are successful? (and not as street corner merchandise salesmen.)