TheFrogEffect
Bluelighter
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- Nov 13, 2020
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I went out and scored a bag yesterday because as we all know, "never again" isn't always that simple. Anyway, I got it from these two guys, one of them was acting as the middle. He brought it out to me and showed me it and it was absurd looking. I didn't get a pic because I was sketching out and in a hurry to get out of there. He was like, "Look it's really weird looking I know, but we're about to smoke some if you wanna join." Of course, I didn't want to. Not in the place I was at or with the people I was scoring from. So I told him, "nah it's cool, I gotta drive man."
I got home and busted open the bag and inspected the rocks. It was not clear at all, but white and rocky. It almost looked sort of like crack to me but not quite crack. Anyway, I figured if I was getting some sort of pseudo-crack instead then I guess I was doing it. I broke one of the rocks and it had that signature meth snap to it and crumbled into what was fairly normal looking powder and shards.
Loaded up the pipe and began to take hits and HO. LY. FUCK. The rush was so fucking intense and I was spun out of my mind after just a couple hits. I didn't even bother to look at how it cracked back, I was just stuck on how potent it was and how great I felt. It's been roughly 26 hours since I finished up the bag (I only bought enough for one day because I was more broke than usual) and I am just now starting to feel like I'm coming down. I haven't had a meth high like that since I first relapsed back in October last year. Not gonna lie, I wanna go see if I can turn those dudes up again and score more of that same shit.
Edit: I also just realized that in my haste and anxiety to know if I'd been ripped off or not, I didn't actually weigh my doses like I usually do. Jesus Christ. Even just a bag for a day I would typically weigh out to dose anyway.
I got home and busted open the bag and inspected the rocks. It was not clear at all, but white and rocky. It almost looked sort of like crack to me but not quite crack. Anyway, I figured if I was getting some sort of pseudo-crack instead then I guess I was doing it. I broke one of the rocks and it had that signature meth snap to it and crumbled into what was fairly normal looking powder and shards.
Loaded up the pipe and began to take hits and HO. LY. FUCK. The rush was so fucking intense and I was spun out of my mind after just a couple hits. I didn't even bother to look at how it cracked back, I was just stuck on how potent it was and how great I felt. It's been roughly 26 hours since I finished up the bag (I only bought enough for one day because I was more broke than usual) and I am just now starting to feel like I'm coming down. I haven't had a meth high like that since I first relapsed back in October last year. Not gonna lie, I wanna go see if I can turn those dudes up again and score more of that same shit.
Edit: I also just realized that in my haste and anxiety to know if I'd been ripped off or not, I didn't actually weigh my doses like I usually do. Jesus Christ. Even just a bag for a day I would typically weigh out to dose anyway.
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