I am gunna fucking post these on my webpage..
Longest I stayed awake - 16 days, only cat-napped a few times... it all ended when I was driving down a VERY BUMPY DIRT ROAD at about 4am, I had an ounce of freshly cooked meth on me - I thought I hit a female on roller blades - remember, this is a BUMPY DIRT AND GRAVEL ROAD ... I jumped out of the car, threw the meth everywhere, got a gun and went looking for the body... of course there was no body, hell, I didn't even hit anything... it's called methamphetamine psychosis ...
As for the paranoia stories - keep in mind we were not you self-medicators, we were SPEED FREAKS .. we lived in a lab that produced batches around 1/4lb - we did NOT sleep durring the process, and eventually the psychosis set in to the point we were armed to the teeth, some fully-automatic weappons - we had to protect ourselves from the DEA and some Ninjas that came into play later ..
The story everyone likes is this one - there are 3 people in the house, myself, Kenny, and Rich who is about 200 miles away, so of course there should ONLY be me and Kenny - we are both in the back bedroom, and we hear the front door open - IT'S THE DEA! RAID! Fuck it, we would get 25-to-life sentences, we better shoot our way out... so from within the back bedroom, Kenny shot 2 12-gauge rounds right through the fucking door/wall ... of course it wasn't the DEA, if was Riches girlfriend, and it was an ACT OF GOD that she was not hit...
As for the hotels - it worked like this.. we would cook, make some cash, do lots of speed, and then SOMEHOW it would be mentioned that someone had "inside info" and that a raid was comming - all bullshit of course, but when you're ALL suffering from psychosis it seems logical... so this kid named Christian has a "friend" who KNOWS that they are going to raid us tomorrow - what do we do? We leave the lab, grab our shit, and make a break for the car.. here is the funny part - Christian had "warned" us about the agents in the trees, so I took it upon myself to unload an entire Glock 17 into a tree.. must have missed the agent.. we then drove to some lavish hotel and lived there for a week, then returned and it started all over again...
My favorite was the time we were sure the DEA had the house bugged, so we didn't talk but rather wrote messages back and fourth to each other..
YES, all that is true - methamphetamine psychosis is a SCARY FUCKING THING ... but remember, we were SPEEDFREAKS!
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