Meth,
I hate typing that string of letters out, i even hate the space that's in between them! Im gonna try to keep this short and simple (<--Lie. Much Regards. -The Future) so i can get the message behind it short and sweet.
Time Start - 0:00 Meth was acquired by me on accident, Ive always try to avoid it cause of how damaging it is on not only on the person but their families as well...And ill be damned if Ill buy! But who can really determine anything in a black baggie in the middle of a taqueria/club/tax office? I Bust it, immediately know what this is and it wasnt what i ordered, but do a COUPLE of lines anyways. Walk up to the guy and tell'em what he was selling isnt what I wanted but dont worry about it. We engage in a conversation but im serveral shots far gone to even try and care what comes out his mouth.
--Bullshit happens, drunk women, drunk me, music is going.----
4:00:00 - About that time to leave and I decide to give him a lift back home since we both became each others wingmen, but nothing "fruitful" was available at departure. Shit is going hard im gone but focused on driving. I can hear every piston firing in my car. I can even hear the faint switch noise from the traffic lights. I start thinking if I should start dwelling into this instead of coca as my passenger yaps something about a dog named Quasimodo and his ex woman taking everything he owns. Shit happens. We press forward.
4:15:00
Its dark, its late, and im no where close to coming down as I drop my com padre off at the front door. He asked for the number and we should do this again, I drop the facebook info. "Sorry esse only for emergencies, all other inquires go in the message box, ill be there if you need me then Ill ring ya back". He understands I follow the no-tie rule and we wave off and im in the zoone.
4:30:00
I make it back home, body tired but mind is racing. Having thoughts on if or how i gonna balance this life the the new job life, nervous but ready. I go into a psychedelic journey when I look around my apartment, re-discovering things that Ive put there, realizing how I want the place to look and grin at the fact I can actually afford other things than bills. Take a look at my arm, on top of my chocolate skin was several pieces of white. "These bitches need to take a bath before they come into a club" Dust my self and go back to looking at the TV, not really watching.
4:45:00
Realizing how late it is and should at least attempt to lay down, wash my hands before I realize the white flakes are back, but they're moving....like... WORMS? WORMS! Instant veil of panic and paranoia showers over me.
4:46:00
I run in the bathroom and start to strip, I look in the mirror and see they are all over my body and on my face. I run to my computer desk and google up symptoms, normally I wouldn't even click on a WebMD page since every symptom from a cough to a bump is some how related to cancer while everyone in comments section is laughing at you and your cancer. But at this point all logic and common sense went to the moon.
4:47:00
I only read the comments ending with a Jewish or Indian name, sorta racist but with good intentions, and they all agree I should see a doctor immediately. To the car we go. High as fucking kite.
4:59:00
I arrive at the hospital, parking was the best ive ever seen it. I walk through the double ER doors and greet the desk. 1st in line in an American hospital, too scared and paranoid to dwell in the moment. She checks my blood pressure, it was You are fucking high over You are definitely tweeked, yet she was nice enough too say your blood pressure was high, and escorted me to the patients room.
5:15:00
Doctor walks in and asks whats wrong and I tell her everything, she puts her things on the bed and checks me out....."Theres nothing on you sir". "What you mean theres nothing there all over....there was nothing. I pulled out my phone and tried to show here the half dozen pics I took for records, they were empty too. Shock, Humilation, Embarrassment, you put my face at that moment of time on any of those and anyone on this Earth could just see my emotions at the moment. She says "We know you on something and we arent here to judge but you should stop for your health"
"5:30:00"
I get to my car and was lost in thought. Confused. The flakes were definitely there just, not there now. I make it back home and do a quick Google search on side effects of Meth. "Meth Flakes" pops up. Confusion turns into embarrassment as I carry the weight into my bad, still High as fuck.
Its the 3 day and I still have small glitches in my sight, even though that was one of the most embarrassing moments in my life, it helped me switch my perspective on things. Im quiting altogether, everything. Alcohol is the root and water to everything that happens on a drug induced night, and until i know when to say no. Im quitting that too.
The meth was ok but I will never. Ever. In any circumstance. Buy that shit again. Its the longest high ive experienced and thats not good at any working man's schedule, and Im not putting down any of the users or thos who would like too but I treat cocaine as a freeway.
Fast, dangerous, quick de-tore to eventually get off and onwards wherever you want to go to in life, stay on the freeway, your gonna run out of gas sooner or later. Crack and Meth are the shoulder lanes, you only go there when you have a problem and the objective is to get off of it quickly as possible, you can not move forward on a shoulder lane, I've yet to open an article that says "Crack smoking man saves the day" or "Meth-head rescues a box of kittens from a tree". Ive never heard a successful story coming from either of those two and its rare or unspoken of with cocaine.
Theres an exit ramp, you just gonna have to drive there. I typed this to touch others have or have not expieremnted with the drug. IMO It's one of the dirtiest drugs Ive ever put into me, by far. The negatives HEAVILY out way the positive's. Hell i cant even name 1 positive....Oh ugh its multifaceted. it can be snorted, shot up, or down it orally, really aint a positive but if you like to be experimental then i guess its a plus...Oh and uh its good "value" I guess but thats like saying buying 2 cheeseburgers at McDonalds is good value, of course it is, but its still a McDonalds.
Just be mindful of what your doing to your bodies and be safe.
I hate typing that string of letters out, i even hate the space that's in between them! Im gonna try to keep this short and simple (<--Lie. Much Regards. -The Future) so i can get the message behind it short and sweet.
Time Start - 0:00 Meth was acquired by me on accident, Ive always try to avoid it cause of how damaging it is on not only on the person but their families as well...And ill be damned if Ill buy! But who can really determine anything in a black baggie in the middle of a taqueria/club/tax office? I Bust it, immediately know what this is and it wasnt what i ordered, but do a COUPLE of lines anyways. Walk up to the guy and tell'em what he was selling isnt what I wanted but dont worry about it. We engage in a conversation but im serveral shots far gone to even try and care what comes out his mouth.
--Bullshit happens, drunk women, drunk me, music is going.----
4:00:00 - About that time to leave and I decide to give him a lift back home since we both became each others wingmen, but nothing "fruitful" was available at departure. Shit is going hard im gone but focused on driving. I can hear every piston firing in my car. I can even hear the faint switch noise from the traffic lights. I start thinking if I should start dwelling into this instead of coca as my passenger yaps something about a dog named Quasimodo and his ex woman taking everything he owns. Shit happens. We press forward.
4:15:00
Its dark, its late, and im no where close to coming down as I drop my com padre off at the front door. He asked for the number and we should do this again, I drop the facebook info. "Sorry esse only for emergencies, all other inquires go in the message box, ill be there if you need me then Ill ring ya back". He understands I follow the no-tie rule and we wave off and im in the zoone.
4:30:00
I make it back home, body tired but mind is racing. Having thoughts on if or how i gonna balance this life the the new job life, nervous but ready. I go into a psychedelic journey when I look around my apartment, re-discovering things that Ive put there, realizing how I want the place to look and grin at the fact I can actually afford other things than bills. Take a look at my arm, on top of my chocolate skin was several pieces of white. "These bitches need to take a bath before they come into a club" Dust my self and go back to looking at the TV, not really watching.
4:45:00
Realizing how late it is and should at least attempt to lay down, wash my hands before I realize the white flakes are back, but they're moving....like... WORMS? WORMS! Instant veil of panic and paranoia showers over me.
4:46:00
I run in the bathroom and start to strip, I look in the mirror and see they are all over my body and on my face. I run to my computer desk and google up symptoms, normally I wouldn't even click on a WebMD page since every symptom from a cough to a bump is some how related to cancer while everyone in comments section is laughing at you and your cancer. But at this point all logic and common sense went to the moon.
4:47:00
I only read the comments ending with a Jewish or Indian name, sorta racist but with good intentions, and they all agree I should see a doctor immediately. To the car we go. High as fucking kite.
4:59:00
I arrive at the hospital, parking was the best ive ever seen it. I walk through the double ER doors and greet the desk. 1st in line in an American hospital, too scared and paranoid to dwell in the moment. She checks my blood pressure, it was You are fucking high over You are definitely tweeked, yet she was nice enough too say your blood pressure was high, and escorted me to the patients room.
5:15:00
Doctor walks in and asks whats wrong and I tell her everything, she puts her things on the bed and checks me out....."Theres nothing on you sir". "What you mean theres nothing there all over....there was nothing. I pulled out my phone and tried to show here the half dozen pics I took for records, they were empty too. Shock, Humilation, Embarrassment, you put my face at that moment of time on any of those and anyone on this Earth could just see my emotions at the moment. She says "We know you on something and we arent here to judge but you should stop for your health"
"5:30:00"
I get to my car and was lost in thought. Confused. The flakes were definitely there just, not there now. I make it back home and do a quick Google search on side effects of Meth. "Meth Flakes" pops up. Confusion turns into embarrassment as I carry the weight into my bad, still High as fuck.
Its the 3 day and I still have small glitches in my sight, even though that was one of the most embarrassing moments in my life, it helped me switch my perspective on things. Im quiting altogether, everything. Alcohol is the root and water to everything that happens on a drug induced night, and until i know when to say no. Im quitting that too.
The meth was ok but I will never. Ever. In any circumstance. Buy that shit again. Its the longest high ive experienced and thats not good at any working man's schedule, and Im not putting down any of the users or thos who would like too but I treat cocaine as a freeway.
Fast, dangerous, quick de-tore to eventually get off and onwards wherever you want to go to in life, stay on the freeway, your gonna run out of gas sooner or later. Crack and Meth are the shoulder lanes, you only go there when you have a problem and the objective is to get off of it quickly as possible, you can not move forward on a shoulder lane, I've yet to open an article that says "Crack smoking man saves the day" or "Meth-head rescues a box of kittens from a tree". Ive never heard a successful story coming from either of those two and its rare or unspoken of with cocaine.
Theres an exit ramp, you just gonna have to drive there. I typed this to touch others have or have not expieremnted with the drug. IMO It's one of the dirtiest drugs Ive ever put into me, by far. The negatives HEAVILY out way the positive's. Hell i cant even name 1 positive....Oh ugh its multifaceted. it can be snorted, shot up, or down it orally, really aint a positive but if you like to be experimental then i guess its a plus...Oh and uh its good "value" I guess but thats like saying buying 2 cheeseburgers at McDonalds is good value, of course it is, but its still a McDonalds.
Just be mindful of what your doing to your bodies and be safe.
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But spot on agree with everything else you said. Ive used meth for close to 10 years on and off, sometimes big enough of a habit to stay up for a week and steal and go to jail, other times just a Friday night here and there with months between but. I agree with you wholeheartedly that this is definitely a drug most people should avoid at all costs. Its taken so much money, time, and life from me. I gave it up last week for good. Fuck staying up all night, Id rather eat a sandwich and go to sleep. Plus everyone looks at tweakers like youre some kind of disease. Which might not be that far from the truth.
first time I ever hear about something like meth flakes, dang
