My one and only experience with it went as follows:
It was my first time purchasing meth, and being a rookie I went with one of the cheaper vendors off the darknet.
Got the package and it looked identical to meth I’d seen in pictures. I didn’t think twice about it.
I went to crush it up and it instantly dissolved into a powdery dust with basically zero effort. Thinking back this should’ve been a giant red-flag, but I was new to meth and really didn’t know anything about it, other than the fact that it supposedly burnt like all living hell when snorted, and tasted like industrial chemicals when licked. Well it tasted like ass-crap oven cleaner and burnt my nose to fuck and beyond when snorted, so I figured it was definitely meth.
So I snorted a decent sized line, a line that I now know to be big enough to keep someone with no tolerance (like myself at the time) absolutely beaming with intense pleasure, focus and energy for at least 4 hours, should it have been real meth.
Well, about 20 minutes later I felt something, but not exactly anything even close to what I call a rush. This was my first time using meth, so I figured I must not be doing enough, and proceeded to do another fat line.
About another hour went by, and I was fairly stimulated, just in a way I’d never really experienced before. I was stimulated, yes, but I wasn’t really “high”: I wasn’t beaming with intense pleasure and happiness, I wasn’t overly sexually focused, I was just sort of wired in some strange manner.
At any rate, once again not being familiar with meth I thought this was normal protocol and so I did another line, and then an hour or two later another, and another, and ended up staying up into the next morning doing lines and lines almost as if it was coke. I just thought this was normal.
About 10:00am rolled around and all hell broke loose: I can only describe the following as the most terrifying moments of my entire life:
I started having extreme trouble breathing, and then my heart started to basically seize up. It’s like my heart stopped completely - only way I can describe it. I was like “My heart stopped! Oh help me God my heart stopped!” I nearly collapsed numerous times. I was certain I was dead.
The anxiety was downright horrifying. Absolutely horrifying. I was sweating all over the place and constantly grabbing at my heart as I keeled over trying not to collapse on the floor. I couldn’t breathe. I started to get sick to my stomach. Literally here, I felt like I was on death’s doorstep.
I immediately flushed the rest of this “crap” down the toilet and was so scarred from the experience that I wouldn’t touch meth again for nearly a year and a half.