Yea, back in the 70's I had a friend who was a pharmacist. Unfortunately, he found himself hooked on speed. DOC was what we used to call "Christmas Trees", which were capsules with one side green and the other was white (or clear, I don't remember). One morning he showed up at my place and told me to take this huge bottle from him because he couldn't stop taking them. Before he handed them to me, he must have taken close to 10 of them (spilling a bunch on the floor in the process cause he was shaking so bad). I took the bottle and he literally ran out of the house. I swear when I'd take one of them, I was "real good" for nearly 12 hours. I have no idea how he didn't kill himself back then but apparently he had one hell of a tolerance to them! Yep, that bottle lasted me and my wife for numerous months.
Yea, that pretty much ended our relationship because for starters, I think he felt so totally embarrassed that I saw him in the state he was. But hell, I don't judge and I told him that. His wife ended up catching on and they split up and he went, who knows where and that was that but some of the posts here reminded me of him. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.