OpiateKiller
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So I finally got some good meth and the rush everyone talks about, but holy shit. The next 3-7 days for me are an absolute nightmare.
I have a crazy story I'm not even sure you'll believe.. I was on meth for the first 24 hours I'm good then things get weird I never sleep before 72 hours, I always have the most PARANOID delusions. Like CRAZY sht. So this time I am convinced this schizophrenic, bi polar friend/not friend of mine in my sober house is using mini hidden cameras to spy on me though my door and under the floor trim. So I keep seeing his shadow and I did catch him outside my door a few times so I did think I was right (cause he found out the master code on the door for our door locks and stole some klonopin from me) .. anyways So I get fucking angry and get a screw driver a knife a hammer and take the floor board, the side trim and the door side trim off. I keep finding these mini little screw heads the flat ones not the + type, and I googled it and they do make them hidden cameras the problem is when I grab them they turn into like black dust like they disintegrate. So this goes on and eventually I threaten his life and I shove a knife in his face, thankfully hes pretty seasoned been to Rikers island and took it well just told me to calm the fuck down. I went back in my room, lights on and saw a flash and a camera and snapped, grabbed the hammer and hit the wall where I thought it happened and I kid you not, there were Virgin Mary statues. So I turned on the light and stopped for a second. The entire wall was full of statutes like the clay ones FULL of drugs. Not only that, every virgin mary had a tiny stamp bag of blood in it. so when you broke the virgin mary open the blood spilled on the drugs. This was some like satanic creepy shit. This was in New Haven which has a lot of history in Connecticut not far from Yale and NYC..
Anyways our house manager wasnt home that night so I'm like fuck it and start tearing the wall down smashing virgin marys and stocking up on drugs.
I check my phone and I see him calling me, it's 4:30 in the morning and Im tweaking on meth... I answer hes like hey what the fuck are you doing someone said you're making shit load of noise, and I told him I was like I think I found something in the wall (sounding crazy as shit) so he was like I'll be right home hold on and then I start freaking the fuck out shoving these drugs in my backpack and some stashed in my socks and my pants. He bursts in my room and sees about a 3 by 4 foot hole in the wall of my wall and goes what the fuck are you doing and I go look the whole wall is stashed full of drugs! His excitement did not match mine. He tells me clean it up now and stop hitting the wall so he leaves the room and I'm fucked I know I'm fucked so I took as much I could in my socks, wearing 2 pairs of pants shoved a bunch in my under pair.. Long story short he tells me to leave the house for an hour so he can search me, searches my car, drug tests me which I had pee that I thought was good I used old piss I had that somehow popped for amphetamines and I think they were gonna kick me out regardless cause of the hole in the wall. So I got kicked out
But the camera thing and the delusion thing like I still believe he was doing that but once you comedown which when day 3-4 hits I cry for about an hour straight then I finally sleep as I'm entering a psychosis. It never fails. Every time.
But I just thought that shit was out of a movie a sober house (its old but nice probably built in 1940s, would have walls stuffed fulll of drugs..) The drugs ended up sucking my the way cut to shit nothing like I can get today and were probably from like 2000. I just don't understand it why someone would go through the trouble and how or why....
So that was the last week of my life then I spent 3 days in a motel doing cocaine and heroin and almost got arrested there too for paranoia. Shit makes you fucking bananas. I went to the lobby at 3 AM and asked if I could just sit with the girl cause I felt like I was gonna faint it took like 5 minutes to convince her not to call an ambulance and then finally I went back to my room but Jesus.
Fuck. and now I'm going back to rehab AGAIN. In the deep south.
I have a crazy story I'm not even sure you'll believe.. I was on meth for the first 24 hours I'm good then things get weird I never sleep before 72 hours, I always have the most PARANOID delusions. Like CRAZY sht. So this time I am convinced this schizophrenic, bi polar friend/not friend of mine in my sober house is using mini hidden cameras to spy on me though my door and under the floor trim. So I keep seeing his shadow and I did catch him outside my door a few times so I did think I was right (cause he found out the master code on the door for our door locks and stole some klonopin from me) .. anyways So I get fucking angry and get a screw driver a knife a hammer and take the floor board, the side trim and the door side trim off. I keep finding these mini little screw heads the flat ones not the + type, and I googled it and they do make them hidden cameras the problem is when I grab them they turn into like black dust like they disintegrate. So this goes on and eventually I threaten his life and I shove a knife in his face, thankfully hes pretty seasoned been to Rikers island and took it well just told me to calm the fuck down. I went back in my room, lights on and saw a flash and a camera and snapped, grabbed the hammer and hit the wall where I thought it happened and I kid you not, there were Virgin Mary statues. So I turned on the light and stopped for a second. The entire wall was full of statutes like the clay ones FULL of drugs. Not only that, every virgin mary had a tiny stamp bag of blood in it. so when you broke the virgin mary open the blood spilled on the drugs. This was some like satanic creepy shit. This was in New Haven which has a lot of history in Connecticut not far from Yale and NYC..
Anyways our house manager wasnt home that night so I'm like fuck it and start tearing the wall down smashing virgin marys and stocking up on drugs.
I check my phone and I see him calling me, it's 4:30 in the morning and Im tweaking on meth... I answer hes like hey what the fuck are you doing someone said you're making shit load of noise, and I told him I was like I think I found something in the wall (sounding crazy as shit) so he was like I'll be right home hold on and then I start freaking the fuck out shoving these drugs in my backpack and some stashed in my socks and my pants. He bursts in my room and sees about a 3 by 4 foot hole in the wall of my wall and goes what the fuck are you doing and I go look the whole wall is stashed full of drugs! His excitement did not match mine. He tells me clean it up now and stop hitting the wall so he leaves the room and I'm fucked I know I'm fucked so I took as much I could in my socks, wearing 2 pairs of pants shoved a bunch in my under pair.. Long story short he tells me to leave the house for an hour so he can search me, searches my car, drug tests me which I had pee that I thought was good I used old piss I had that somehow popped for amphetamines and I think they were gonna kick me out regardless cause of the hole in the wall. So I got kicked out
But the camera thing and the delusion thing like I still believe he was doing that but once you comedown which when day 3-4 hits I cry for about an hour straight then I finally sleep as I'm entering a psychosis. It never fails. Every time.
But I just thought that shit was out of a movie a sober house (its old but nice probably built in 1940s, would have walls stuffed fulll of drugs..) The drugs ended up sucking my the way cut to shit nothing like I can get today and were probably from like 2000. I just don't understand it why someone would go through the trouble and how or why....
So that was the last week of my life then I spent 3 days in a motel doing cocaine and heroin and almost got arrested there too for paranoia. Shit makes you fucking bananas. I went to the lobby at 3 AM and asked if I could just sit with the girl cause I felt like I was gonna faint it took like 5 minutes to convince her not to call an ambulance and then finally I went back to my room but Jesus.
Fuck. and now I'm going back to rehab AGAIN. In the deep south.
