Matticusloveswhiskey
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My friend started this morning smoking psuedo meth. Like .2 of this N-Iso cut meth shit. That kind of woke him up and kind of made him groggy simultaneously. He took 3 20mg dextroamp pills. Within an hour he started feeling better and mildly elated.
He researched various things about psychoactives and had a cigarette. And popped more pills.
He wishes he had buckets of these pills. They never fail him. Unlike the crummy quack meth shit.
He feels compelled to do things like write or talk.
Porn use to be a big thing for him when he would eat pills. Until he realized how disgusting the porn industry is. So if he's going to take pills that day he'll usually jerk off at the very beginning so he's not stuck for several hours beating his meat.
He'll write erotica, poetry, short stories, talk on the phone, or make journal recordings of how his day has gone, so in 20 years he can go back in time and watch what he was doing 20 years back.
240 mg use to be a complete day of getting high, for him now, he just feels mildly elated. He thinks this has something to do with that weird meth shit. It's like it worked but didn't work and had a whole host of side effects. Whatever it was it must of effected his dopamine circuits. Because the dextro isn't hitting as hard as usual.
He always tries to avoid g.i. acidity like soda or whatever because then he'll come down. Hes done things like tums and baking soda to make his trac alkaline so more is absorbed via the blood brain barrier.
He just ate a moment ago, two bowls of cereal to be exact (after taking a grip of pills) and that food seemed to kick the speed pills into drive. Because before they weren't doing anything for him. They were basically like candy that tasted bad.
He wonders about the meth cut and why it was so fucked up. I mean the other day he smoked two mini bowls back to back and when he laid down on his bed on his side it was like his chest was physically stuttering with every breathe. Instead of a fluid movement it was like something would keep his chest stuttering in and out and if course he was having breathing difficulties.
His pipe went from transparent glass to frosted white like snow. Idk if this is normal. He's a novice when it comes to street speed. But a pro with speed pills.
He always prefered the pills because they're produced in a controlled setting where things are regulated and are handled safetly.
Someone mentioned that about what i call psuedo meth, "if it's not made in a perfect lab its going to be junk" which isn't nessarily the case but the grade and purity is top shelf where these speed pills were manufactured. whereas these other labs are clandestine out in the desert or some makeshift lab with god knows who's cooking it (do they even know what the fuck they're actually doing) cutting (is the cut safe to consume) which in all honestly they probably don't give a shit. There just trying to stretch there product. But what i don't get, is if the cut is going to compromise the key features of the drug (in this case meth) libido increased, executive functions increased, euphoria etc. Why even sell it. If it's 75 percent N-Iso and 25 percent meth that's some jackassy shit. What i don't get is there killing there clientele by selling bunk shit. So why cut really even in the first place, and if your going to, be reasonable about it. Don't dilute the product so it's no longer meth. That's bad for business and your clients are going to terminate you and find someone else.
It doesn't seem like you would last long selling bunk shit to everyone in the city. Because then your not reputable. Words out you got the wack quack dope.
I do wonder if some dealers have a good batch for ppl they know and like and cheaper shittier batch for ppl they don't know and are just going to rip off.
Cause my friends gone through several ppl and sometimes it's mediocre, bad, or good. My question is, when the dealer goes to pick up, why doesnt he test it? Which they do im sure. So what's up with the bunk shit...?
Why would you want to be selling garbage. And the dealer probably gets high himself, and by no means is he getting off on some wack shit. So what's really going on here?
That's my buddies rant i copied and pasted.
He says ever since he ate those bowls of cereal he's been feeling a lot better. He's probably consumed like 350mg of dextroamphetamine. Like a shit ton.
He researched various things about psychoactives and had a cigarette. And popped more pills.
He wishes he had buckets of these pills. They never fail him. Unlike the crummy quack meth shit.
He feels compelled to do things like write or talk.
Porn use to be a big thing for him when he would eat pills. Until he realized how disgusting the porn industry is. So if he's going to take pills that day he'll usually jerk off at the very beginning so he's not stuck for several hours beating his meat.
He'll write erotica, poetry, short stories, talk on the phone, or make journal recordings of how his day has gone, so in 20 years he can go back in time and watch what he was doing 20 years back.
240 mg use to be a complete day of getting high, for him now, he just feels mildly elated. He thinks this has something to do with that weird meth shit. It's like it worked but didn't work and had a whole host of side effects. Whatever it was it must of effected his dopamine circuits. Because the dextro isn't hitting as hard as usual.
He always tries to avoid g.i. acidity like soda or whatever because then he'll come down. Hes done things like tums and baking soda to make his trac alkaline so more is absorbed via the blood brain barrier.
He just ate a moment ago, two bowls of cereal to be exact (after taking a grip of pills) and that food seemed to kick the speed pills into drive. Because before they weren't doing anything for him. They were basically like candy that tasted bad.
He wonders about the meth cut and why it was so fucked up. I mean the other day he smoked two mini bowls back to back and when he laid down on his bed on his side it was like his chest was physically stuttering with every breathe. Instead of a fluid movement it was like something would keep his chest stuttering in and out and if course he was having breathing difficulties.
His pipe went from transparent glass to frosted white like snow. Idk if this is normal. He's a novice when it comes to street speed. But a pro with speed pills.
He always prefered the pills because they're produced in a controlled setting where things are regulated and are handled safetly.
Someone mentioned that about what i call psuedo meth, "if it's not made in a perfect lab its going to be junk" which isn't nessarily the case but the grade and purity is top shelf where these speed pills were manufactured. whereas these other labs are clandestine out in the desert or some makeshift lab with god knows who's cooking it (do they even know what the fuck they're actually doing) cutting (is the cut safe to consume) which in all honestly they probably don't give a shit. There just trying to stretch there product. But what i don't get, is if the cut is going to compromise the key features of the drug (in this case meth) libido increased, executive functions increased, euphoria etc. Why even sell it. If it's 75 percent N-Iso and 25 percent meth that's some jackassy shit. What i don't get is there killing there clientele by selling bunk shit. So why cut really even in the first place, and if your going to, be reasonable about it. Don't dilute the product so it's no longer meth. That's bad for business and your clients are going to terminate you and find someone else.
It doesn't seem like you would last long selling bunk shit to everyone in the city. Because then your not reputable. Words out you got the wack quack dope.
I do wonder if some dealers have a good batch for ppl they know and like and cheaper shittier batch for ppl they don't know and are just going to rip off.
Cause my friends gone through several ppl and sometimes it's mediocre, bad, or good. My question is, when the dealer goes to pick up, why doesnt he test it? Which they do im sure. So what's up with the bunk shit...?
Why would you want to be selling garbage. And the dealer probably gets high himself, and by no means is he getting off on some wack shit. So what's really going on here?
That's my buddies rant i copied and pasted.
He says ever since he ate those bowls of cereal he's been feeling a lot better. He's probably consumed like 350mg of dextroamphetamine. Like a shit ton.
