Thank you for the story. It very much reminds me of my own horror story with meth, except like jungle said, I haven't quit completely yet either.
I had always been a pretty good kid and then just after highschool I got interested in trying new drugs just to see what they were like. I smoked pot with friends when I could and tried ecstacy and stuff like that at parties and raves. The one day me and my friend B came across a friend who wanted to sell us some crank. Since I had never tried it, I was eager to do so. We smoked it off foil that first night. Right away I loved it. We finished what we had and got more. We sold half of it for what we paid for it so we could get more. For three days strait we did this.
My mom kicked me out of the house and since I didn't know where I was going to sleep, I just got more speed and was up for the next six days strait. Needless to say, I was pretty much hooked. I completely changed. All I could think about was meth. Where to get more. Who to sell to so I could support my habbit. Every time I had money, I would spend it on meth. Nothing else. I would steal food, ciggarettes, or anything else I needed because I had to save my money for speed, the one thing I couldn't steal.
About 5 months into my addiction (it seemed like years) I was hanging out with my friends M and C and both of them were shooting up. I watched. I wondered what it was like. Then one day M asked if I wanted to try it. I told him sure because I was always up for trying something new. So he let me try it. I had always thought I would NEVER shoot up but trying it JUST ONCE sounded harmless enough. After that first time, I never wanted to smoke it again. I was hooked on the needle as much as the drug.
Two months after that I was homeless, living in a tent. I would panhandle with M and C all day, steal food or eat out of trashcans when we had to, and then when we had enough money we would call our dealer who would come deliver our meth to us. Evetually someone burned down our tent, my car was impounded, we all went to jail a few times, we stayed random places with random people.
Finally my mom let me go back home if I would agree not to do drugs. So I told her I would stop. But two weeks after I got home, I got on my bike and went to down and road around all my old friends houses but they all seemed vacant (later found out lots of dealers in my home town had got busted). Finally I found one of my old friend who introduced me to this guy T. The next day I found T again and he hooked me up. T became my dealer over the next few months. Any time I could manage to get a little money together I would find T. Then T ripped me off $40 one day and I didn't see him again. For two months I was unable to get any meth. But then I hitchiked to a concert and on my way home this guy picked me up and we started talking and realized with both did speed. So we bought $100 worth and tweaked for 4 days strait. And then he became my dealer.................................. and the story waits to be finished.
But that is my story and it's amazing how fast meth can completely change a person, and their life.