You're at work, or eating lunch at a restaurant, or sipping a beer at a bar. Someone enters the room, and you feel the pressure of the cocaine-vibe. Like a cat that's puffed itself up. Or a bird that's spread its feathers. You move your head back as if a carcass has entered the room. The pressure increases. His gait exposes his overflowing dopamine-fueled narcissism. His movements are excessive and exaggerated. His unnaturally bright eyes and permanent grin betray his coke addled mind - ignorantly single-minded and intensely focused. He is sensitive to any criticism, for he believes himself to be a god. And you understand that he cannot be reasoned with, so you tip toe away silently.

Reminder that cocaine addicts are the ultimate degenerates. They break everything they touch.