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This trip happened about a year or two ago.
I had just convinced my primary care physician to prescribe me Desoxyn (5 mg pills; d-methamphetamine) for my recalcitrant ADD. Me and my mother left for the beach in her new Acura MDX--I just love that name, MDX, lol. I was a 30 or 31 year old white male at this point--I'm 32 now btw (still male too).
Anyway, we go to this really quiet family oriented beach north of Charleston,
South Carolina, and I had managed to nab the bottle out of the safe before we leave without her knowing. I chugged a couple and then the rest (a handful, maybe 15 or so) in a bathroom at a Hardees on the way.
They took a long time to kick in.
We went to Longhorn steakhouse--where I managed to eat a filet mignon-- that night and then on a walking ghost tour of Charleston (which is 16 feet above sea level) that night. It was summer.
The only CD I brought was E.R.O.L. (Keeps Kids Dancing) Alkan's.
I was with my mother by the way, who didn't know yet how scandalous I was acting by chugging the pills. There was this hot white frat guy type on the walk with a hot black girl. We were on the most haunted part of the tour, and I felt a strange, ghost like presence all around us.
The next thing was that I looked up and he was standing right in front of me with his trousers below his waist, exposing a rather fine, curvaceous white ass covered by diaphanous tighty whiteys. Whew, what a night, but we were both with someone else (female), so it was basically just two strangers passing in the night. The kind of thing that happens every so often between 2 closet cases that never seems to amount to anything but a fond, what if memory.
The next day I was on the beach with these short short green Adidas swim trunks, and all the family ppl were staring at me and giving me rude looks. They were mostly being assholes, but I was ready to kick ass if need be at this point.
(You have to remember that men dress like that in South Florida at the beach, but not in North Charleston apparently.)
Anyway, d-meth turns out to be way tweakier than racemic street meth, and we came home a day early. I was up for three days.
No wonder my parents lost so much respect for me.
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I had just convinced my primary care physician to prescribe me Desoxyn (5 mg pills; d-methamphetamine) for my recalcitrant ADD. Me and my mother left for the beach in her new Acura MDX--I just love that name, MDX, lol. I was a 30 or 31 year old white male at this point--I'm 32 now btw (still male too).
Anyway, we go to this really quiet family oriented beach north of Charleston,
South Carolina, and I had managed to nab the bottle out of the safe before we leave without her knowing. I chugged a couple and then the rest (a handful, maybe 15 or so) in a bathroom at a Hardees on the way.
They took a long time to kick in.
We went to Longhorn steakhouse--where I managed to eat a filet mignon-- that night and then on a walking ghost tour of Charleston (which is 16 feet above sea level) that night. It was summer.
The only CD I brought was E.R.O.L. (Keeps Kids Dancing) Alkan's.
I was with my mother by the way, who didn't know yet how scandalous I was acting by chugging the pills. There was this hot white frat guy type on the walk with a hot black girl. We were on the most haunted part of the tour, and I felt a strange, ghost like presence all around us.
The next thing was that I looked up and he was standing right in front of me with his trousers below his waist, exposing a rather fine, curvaceous white ass covered by diaphanous tighty whiteys. Whew, what a night, but we were both with someone else (female), so it was basically just two strangers passing in the night. The kind of thing that happens every so often between 2 closet cases that never seems to amount to anything but a fond, what if memory.
The next day I was on the beach with these short short green Adidas swim trunks, and all the family ppl were staring at me and giving me rude looks. They were mostly being assholes, but I was ready to kick ass if need be at this point.
(You have to remember that men dress like that in South Florida at the beach, but not in North Charleston apparently.)
Anyway, d-meth turns out to be way tweakier than racemic street meth, and we came home a day early. I was up for three days.
No wonder my parents lost so much respect for me.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_desoxyn
substancecode_methamphetamine
substancecode_amphetamines
substancecode_pharms
substancecode_stimulants
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
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