Recently, I had a bizarre experience that I wasn't expecting while staying in a shoddy hotel in Mexico City. I wasn't looking for drugs or hookers when it happened, was just minding my business in the hotel lobby when this girl started talking to me. I remember thinking "she's definitely a lot friendlier than most people here," but didn't put two and two together that she was a sex worker immediately. Anyway, we went to get some beers and shortly afterwards headed to my room. At that point I finally realized she was a hooker, which I don't usually use, but I was bored and figured why not. That's when she pulled the meth pipe out of her bag.
I have a lot of experience with drugs but never tried meth before this. Now I realize it's only because no one ever offered some to me, which I suppose shows a dangerous lack of self restraint. She took a couple big hits and blew the smoke into my mouth, then repeated this process another time. I'm sure if I'd hit the pipe directly it would have been more intense, but she wasn't feeling that generous. I might be crazy but it almost smelled like freebase dmt when smoked, very obvious chemical smell. At that point I realized I didn't have a condom and she became a bit agitated over that.
I went down to the lobby to look for a condom (it was a shoddy hotel after all), and when I returned she was gone. Honestly I wasn't too upset about this because I was more interested in observing the effects the meth was having on me. Suddenly, I was convinced that I should write a novella about my trips to Mexico and Colombia, and start taking my writing more seriously in general. Creative urges were popping up that I hadn't felt in years. I did not feel like I was tweaking at all, rather I felt normal. Just in a positive, relaxed mood and ready to create. I then decided to jerk off, and came in under a minute.
I did not get much sleep that night, felt a bit shitty in the morning but overall the comedown wasn't too bad. Luckily I was able to show enough restraint not to purchase any (she mentioned she sold it as well), and just told myself to forget about the experience. The dangerous part to me was how normal I felt on it, like how I'd expect people to be who don't deal with anxiety and depression. I can definitely see why people use it to work, and for the ADD types like me it really is more like a medication. I had some cravings that thankfully went away after a couple days.
I can see how this drug can take over peoples lives, the insidious thing is how it can make you feel like you're being your best self while you're on it. I imagine I could've spiraled out of control if I had a social circle involved with meth when I was younger.
