I hail from not-so-sunny Australia, where speed has been an absolute joke for almost a decade. I'd have to have at least $100 worth to stay up for a night or two, and if I'm lucky I'd actually feel like I'm speeding and not just unable to sleep without a buzz. So if something "worked" I wasn't about to try and cut it short: I'd ride the high for as long as it lasted and was glad that I didn't waste my money yet again.
This year I met and became very good friends with a girl in California that I'd met on the internet. My friend's drug of choice is methamphetamine, and after hearing my complaints about the shit quality of the locally available product, she sent me a free sample of what she can get in the land of LA. She told me not to take it all at once but being jaded by false boasts of high quality in the past I took her advice with a pinch of salt. OMG!!!! I wish I had listened! After belting the lot in one go (a quantity that she said was worth a paltry $10US I was racing off my face non-stop for over 3 days and nights. So that's what real crystal meth is like! WOW!!! Thanks America!!!
We arranged for me to buy $100 worth and when it arrived the accompanying note that she included stated that the gear was even stronger this time and to be careful. But after years of "can't get enough" and "more is better" I still hadn't learnt to heed her advice. I was revving like a maniac for almost ten days, didn't eat a thing for the whole time, and sweated so copiously that I was drinking 4 litres of orange juice per day, easy. By the end of it my whole body ached, the linings on the inside of my mouth and on my tongue felt like they were covered in ulcers and I had real difficulty eating anything except yoghurt for days afterwards - swallowing was as agonising as it was compelling because I was so very hungry after going so long without food.
I hummed non-stop for the first three days, then switched to talking aloud to myself and the scary thing was that I was aware that I couldn't help what I was doing and I couldn't stop if I tried. I started to understand the very real experience of psychosis, and that I was tottering on the very brink and looking over the edge. Scary.
Ok so this last time I couldn't afford quite as much (especially because the transfer fee and exchange rate adds an extra $30 on top) but I figured with such strong whizz I didn't need to get as much as before, so we arranged for $50 worth. My friend informed me that it wasn't as strong as the last couple of deals she'd sent, but that compared to what I was used to it was still good.
Trying to be wiser than last time I injected what looked to me a small amount, thinking I could always have a little more if I needed it, because once a person has too much there is no going back. It was great! I didn't throw my guts up moments after hitting up like the time before. And what a lovely, exhilirating rush! Not bad at all for this veteran druggie who thought all her best drug highs were behind her! I decided it was safe to have a top up. And then I DID do the toilet crouch, heaving fit to rival both previous occasions.
This was at midday the day before yesterday, and again I've been revving ever since, although it doesn't feel quite as much like an overdose as last time. However I AM starting to feel edgy, the small of my back and the back of my calves ache, and again I've been unable to force any food down when I made a considerable effort to do so yesterday. It's been fun but I want to mellow out and save the rest of the gear for when I've recovered from this session.
Problem is it's practically impossible to find a doctor willing to prescribe benzodiazapenes like Valium or Serepax unless you're an old geezer with a medical condition that's unrelated to drug use. I tried to drink some alcohol but after a couple of swallows it just made me feel sick.
PLEASE, if anyone knows of a non-prescription substance that is even partially effective in ameliorating the "rough edges" of a meth flight that refuses to even look like it's approaching the runway (let alone landing on it) let me know. As I'm writing this my shrunken stomach is grinding with hunger but I've got no appetite, and I'm feeling flakier by the minute. ;!God, if I could only come down right now!
This year I met and became very good friends with a girl in California that I'd met on the internet. My friend's drug of choice is methamphetamine, and after hearing my complaints about the shit quality of the locally available product, she sent me a free sample of what she can get in the land of LA. She told me not to take it all at once but being jaded by false boasts of high quality in the past I took her advice with a pinch of salt. OMG!!!! I wish I had listened! After belting the lot in one go (a quantity that she said was worth a paltry $10US I was racing off my face non-stop for over 3 days and nights. So that's what real crystal meth is like! WOW!!! Thanks America!!!
We arranged for me to buy $100 worth and when it arrived the accompanying note that she included stated that the gear was even stronger this time and to be careful. But after years of "can't get enough" and "more is better" I still hadn't learnt to heed her advice. I was revving like a maniac for almost ten days, didn't eat a thing for the whole time, and sweated so copiously that I was drinking 4 litres of orange juice per day, easy. By the end of it my whole body ached, the linings on the inside of my mouth and on my tongue felt like they were covered in ulcers and I had real difficulty eating anything except yoghurt for days afterwards - swallowing was as agonising as it was compelling because I was so very hungry after going so long without food.
I hummed non-stop for the first three days, then switched to talking aloud to myself and the scary thing was that I was aware that I couldn't help what I was doing and I couldn't stop if I tried. I started to understand the very real experience of psychosis, and that I was tottering on the very brink and looking over the edge. Scary.
Ok so this last time I couldn't afford quite as much (especially because the transfer fee and exchange rate adds an extra $30 on top) but I figured with such strong whizz I didn't need to get as much as before, so we arranged for $50 worth. My friend informed me that it wasn't as strong as the last couple of deals she'd sent, but that compared to what I was used to it was still good.
Trying to be wiser than last time I injected what looked to me a small amount, thinking I could always have a little more if I needed it, because once a person has too much there is no going back. It was great! I didn't throw my guts up moments after hitting up like the time before. And what a lovely, exhilirating rush! Not bad at all for this veteran druggie who thought all her best drug highs were behind her! I decided it was safe to have a top up. And then I DID do the toilet crouch, heaving fit to rival both previous occasions.
This was at midday the day before yesterday, and again I've been revving ever since, although it doesn't feel quite as much like an overdose as last time. However I AM starting to feel edgy, the small of my back and the back of my calves ache, and again I've been unable to force any food down when I made a considerable effort to do so yesterday. It's been fun but I want to mellow out and save the rest of the gear for when I've recovered from this session.
Problem is it's practically impossible to find a doctor willing to prescribe benzodiazapenes like Valium or Serepax unless you're an old geezer with a medical condition that's unrelated to drug use. I tried to drink some alcohol but after a couple of swallows it just made me feel sick.
PLEASE, if anyone knows of a non-prescription substance that is even partially effective in ameliorating the "rough edges" of a meth flight that refuses to even look like it's approaching the runway (let alone landing on it) let me know. As I'm writing this my shrunken stomach is grinding with hunger but I've got no appetite, and I'm feeling flakier by the minute. ;!God, if I could only come down right now!