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Just had the most beautiful/sad moment with a few other tweakers at my place.

Holy. Fuck.

I thought life as a dope addict was fucked up. This sounds even worse. Honestly, quite a bit worse. Just...damn.

Never had much exposure to meth here in the East Coast Megalopolis. Damn.
 
I enjoyed reading this, too. You're actually a pretty good story-teller, I say this with surprise because most tweakers I know aren't.

In reflection, I suggest you get tested, stop smoking meth, and keep writing. Because this was good, even if the story itself was totally fucked.
 
Wow is all I can say. Very interesting read. I actually just read it aloud while my friend is driving. Trying not to be judgemental but we really are disgusted. If you managed to not get some type deadly disease I suggest you quit all drugs and go to college. You are a good story teller and if you have a future maybe it will be in literature. Please ask yourself if those 8 days a two tears in your eyes are worth living the rest of your life with hep c, hiv, herpes or God knows what. You can still be responsible while doing drugs. No more needle sharing and invest in some condoms.
 
that was disgusting. you have no idea of the reality of your situation. and plus - they robbed you?
 
Seriously fucked up....You know there's no way you won't contract some STD's if you keep doin this shit. Or you could end up getting killed by some random crackhead/junkie/psycho who shows up to "party". Hope you get sum help. You can use drugs responsibly, unfortunately I've seen way too many who just didn't give a fuck and wound up dead.
 
I hope this is just a story designed by the OP to disgust people. Chances are its not even true considering the OP claims to no longer devices that it would take to even post this!
 
I'm honestly quite surprised to see you guys surprised by this. It doesn't really read like anything very different from many tweaker stories. Yes, it's reckless. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, it's meth. That's what happens, and not very seldom as far as I'm aware.

Thanks for the story OP, was quite the read. I personally would never host such a fuckfest because I'm paranoid as hell and would probably go on a killing spree if I felt that my belongings were threatened. But yeah, not very wise to repeat the practice, especially the unprotected sex and sharing of needles.

E: just for the record, are you a male or female? Asking because you talked about getting fucked by a junkie and getting a sticky creampie; so it'd make the story even more fun if you were a straight male to begin with.
 
Well, yeah. Maybe I've just read/heard too much to be surprised or disgusted by this. Luckily I've never taken part in anything like that, so at least that's good.

And I'm sure given the right combination you'd be doing the freakiest shit you can imagine. Stimulants and sleep deprivation do wonders in terms of sexual inhibitions - just take a look at the threads dedicated to meth and sex on this forum. Add a little bit of alcohol or benzo into the mix and you'll be performing fellatio on horses. At least that's what I think.

Infection test is due after such an escapade, of course.
 
Yeah definitely agreed on that. And the fact that is not surprising or a rare occasion for stimheads is not a very good testament for said drugs.
 
Sunday is the new Wednesday. At least when you can't remember the last time you had your shoes off. Public Announcement : don't experiment with electric muscle stimulators while on a 3 day tweakscapade. My penis began to smell like buttered popcorn and the Tens unit held on to it like a bivouaked sailor in a Manilla whore camp.
 
belligerent drunk said:
I'm honestly quite surprised to see you guys surprised by this. It doesn't really read like anything very different from many tweaker stories. Yes, it's reckless. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, it's meth. That's what happens, and not very seldom as far as I'm aware.

Thanks for the story OP, was quite the read. I personally would never host such a fuckfest because I'm paranoid as hell and would probably go on a killing spree if I felt that my belongings were threatened. But yeah, not very wise to repeat the practice, especially the unprotected sex and sharing of needles.

E: just for the record, are you a male or female? Asking because you talked about getting fucked by a junkie and getting a sticky creampie; so it'd make the story even more fun if you were a straight male to begin with.
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... That's precisely what I wanted to know.
 
PsychedelicWizard said:
So there are these group of tweakers that I hang out with on-and-off, basically we smoke bowls, listen to music, trade stolen electronics and other weird shit, and basically have some bizarre group therapy session. Anyway two nights ago I had a really special moment that shows even the worst drug addicts and gangstas can get together and have a loving moment. Basically it started off with the usual drama, me searching for a gram I was owed, another tweaker pestering me for three points I owed him, and yet another tweaker trying to get his stolen laptop back from another tweaker, and it somehow ended up with like five tweakers and me back at my place with a huge amount of random shit spread over my already disgustingly-messy studio apartment floor.

Literally like three huge backpacks full of random shit just got spread into these massive piles, and people began trading, arguing, and soon, smoking and injecting a bunch of crystal magic. Somehow there ended up like two eight balls of meth spread around, and everyone got super high and I turned on the music and it started to turn from hostile to peaceful. I have no idea how anyone could figure out whose stuff was whose, even myself I had a hard time, but there's this weird sensation that happens when a group of tweakers mingle to trade stuff; all concepts of personal property seem to evaporate. People freely give each other stuff, steal from each other, and trade things in a way that is completely bizarre beyond recognition, something I'm sure economists and psychologists alike would baffle at if they knew of this phenomena.

It isn't the cliche where everyone is out for themselves and quickly steals things to get high, while that happens, people also freely give, trade, and leave things in a way that defies logic. At least half of my possessions at this point are truly alien as to how I got them, I mean, looking at my floor right now, I have Pokemon cards, some gadgets from obscure factories in Azerbaijan and Kazakhstan, someone's polka dot panties, and a wallet full of birth certifactes, social security numbers, and passports (wtf?), among a shit load of random electronics, clothes, and drug paraphernalia.

Anyway, the music went on and people began to chill and it turned into this suddenly communal love-fest where everyone started cuddling, some guy invited over these two serious crack whores who were strangely very hot, despite yellowed teeth, and it just turned into a really warm feeling, not unlike the Woodstock-esque vibes of the old days. Then people started masturbating, fucking, eating gas station food and drinking soda, among with some other junkies who just arrived who were shooting up in the corner. Of course my mom calls and asks how things are and if I've decided on enrolling in college for the fall, meanwhile I say I'm currently just hanging out with some foreign exchange students who are telling me about their countries (lol, oh the webs we weave as tweakers...), and that I'm applying for grants as we speak (trying hard to cover the phone to muffle the serious porno-esque moaning in the background, among with the one guy who is moaning and twitching that just injected a truckload of down).

Anyway this session goes on for literally like four or five days, people coming and going, and me realizing at some point that I'd be in serious shit if the cops or my landlord showed up, considering the mass amounts of illegal activity going on, but the vibes are just way too chill and fun for me to use my higher brain reasoning at this point, not to mention days without sleep on speed makes you feel invincible.

This is where the cute moment happens, people start falling asleep (or nodding off), but they do so cuddling together. I mean at this point there are three different people in my bed with my all cuddled together, and the two dues who were shooting up are sleeping leaning against each other's shoulders, while a few half-naked people are passed out on weird positions on the coaches and tables, but the cuddling here was what brought a tear to my eye. Here are a fine assortment of serious hardcore gangstas, prostitutes, homeless addicts, etc, that are all somehow united in a love bond that would make any feel-good movie watcher tear up in the eye.

At that moment I didn't see these people for what society demonizes them as, I just saw broken souls from rough paths that were united for a fleeting moment in true love, man I wish I could keep this train going. Well all stories come to an end, and it ended with me waking up some time later as some girl was searching for her panties and bends down directly infront of me searching, giving me quite a view of what another had clearly deposited within her, her legs quite sticky. For some fucked up reason, I decided that this would be a prime time to practice oral sex, which lead to one final unprotected sexual encounter that ended with me getting penetrated without a condom by one of the junkies who happened to stir from the bathtub, and leave me in the same state as the girl was left in, along with somehow getting talked into sharing the used needle of said junkie as he left.

Sometime later (nodded off to the point I thought I was dead), I wake up to find everyone gone, and the clock reads eight days had passed since it began. I guess the combination of drugs used lead to a weird afterglow with only minor nausea and headache, but now my appartment looks worse than a crackhouse after welfare day, there's literally some strange black goo in the bathtub (wtf), a few boxes of pizza, a shitload of cans, broken crack pipes and needles, an assortment of panties, bras, boxers, and a huge pile of clothes, electronics, garbage, and weird shit I don't even know what it is (this plastic octopus that lights up and buzzes, teaching kids how to count!).

Then it hits me, the dopesick from the heroin, plus that lethargy and horrible shitty feeling of a meth withdrawal, lead to the next few days of me sleeping, bathroom-going, eating, and overall bleh-ness. I then look in the mirror and realize that it probably wasn't the healthiest decision to have literally, sex with a dozen or so different people, all unprotected, as well as sharing needles with a serious junkie, but you reach a point in your life where you just stop giving a fuck and live for the day.

Ah well, time to scrape some money to repeat the cycle, too bad my cellphone, laptop, and cash is completely gone, but hey! Look on the bright side! I now have several passports from obscure third world countries that I can flee too if shit really gets bad, things are never too dark when there's always a free ticket to Liberia waiting for you!
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I am both jealous and glad I am purely a downers addict and not a stimulant users . You guys really have some wild times.

We just sit on the couch nobody talking missing the whole TV show because of nodding.
 
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