as I write this I am at about T+8 hours (about 6:30 am) and did the evening's last bump about an hour ago.
the other people involved in this report are:
"S": my female best friend who I consider to be my little sister, and she considers me her big brother. me and her spend pretty much all free time together, and have unconditional love for each other. she is the most important person in my life.
"N": a fairly close friend that doesn't play much of a role in the story.
"A": N's roommate and the seasoned meth user in the group, known for a few years not super close.
"J" A's brother that I had met less than half a dozen times in the past.
i'd like to note that with the exception of S the other people involved are significantly older than me (10-15 years). I hope you enjoy reading my report, I enjoy writing these.
yesterday started like a fairly standard day off for me. I woke up around 3pm and didn't do much of anything. around 6 I got word of Percocet available which my sister and I had been waiting for. I drive up to see her at work to collect whatever money she had to throw in and drove 20ish minutes away to get the pills. on my way home I picked her up from work and used the pills fairly quickly around 8pm, I don't think the oxycodone impacted the meth experience in a major way but I was certainly still slightly opiated during the beginning of our tweak. we then got a call from N inviting us over just to hang out, bullshit, and watch tv. S had never met anyone else but N before we arrived, but I had told her A used meth occasionally. S was always a fan of prescription ADHD medication, Adderall in particular, and had expressed interest in trying meth before, and really drove the point home on the way to N and A's. the topic quickly came up, and around 10pm the report begins.
T+0: A, after hearing that we were interested in trying meth, invites me into his room and gives me a hit off a meth pipe. I'm instantly stimulated and feel quite good about it even though stimulants aren't something I tend to enjoy. he didn't have any left to give S a try, but quickly got ready and left to go purchase more.
T+0:30: i'm very chatty and just feeling good in general, S, although says nothing, is clearly a little upset that I got to try some already and she had to wait for A to return. we watch tv and talk for a while.
T+1:30: A returns finally with groceries for some reason. he immediately goes to his bedroom and closes the door, most likely smoking meth and separating S and i's portion from the bag. after about ten minutes he comes into the living room and calls us into the bedroom (at this point I realize that J does not like meth being used in front of him, which is why we go into the other room). he hands us our bag and suggests we each do a small bump between hits off the pipe. both S and I end up getting incredibly high at this point and start having a blast just pacing around the living room talking to each other. N goes to bed without saying a word at this point.
T+2: shortly after S and I officially use meth for the first time together A insists that he needs to hit the casino and gamble so he leaves the house. This leaves myself, S, and J left awake and kicking. J rarely does drugs of any sort but is not against their use. He has been drinking beer quite quickly the entire night and is surely pretty drunk. the three of us end up sitting at the kitchen counter chain smoking cigarettes and talking about everything from love, to sex, to religion, to war, to politics, to music. our conversations were fantastic and very rewarding in my opinion. J, who I didn't really know prior, proved to be a very down to earth person with a lot of wisdom to share with us. although he had been drinking quite a bit he easily kept up with S and i's fast moving trains of thought. it was also at this time that S and I decided to stay put for the night, and that I would take her home around 6am for a doctor's appointment.
T+2:30: the free flowing dialogues for J, S, and I continue to be fantastic, and we decide to accompany them with music instead of the sound of a TV show no one is watching. all music sounded great, music appreciation is a lovely effect to get from a psychoactive chemical. It wasn't even close to being near MDMA in such effects but was still pleasurable. with A gone and the pipe locked up S and I do bumps of meth every hour or so from here on out. the product we got must have been quite potent because amounts so small they were easy to lose were hitting very hard. S and I begin to talk about our personal relationship and attempt to explain it to J (most people we know can't wrap their heads around a boy and a girl being so close but not dating). he really seemed to get it and told us it was a great thing, although S later told me that when I was in the bathroom he would ask her why she isn't dating me. we've heard it dozens of times before, no biggie. J does however make a statement that is always in the back of my mind: "a lot of the time it's your best friend that you end up marrying". It's always seemed to me that S and I were meant to be together, and who knows, she might feel the same way. however it is beyond obvious to me that if this is the girl i'm to marry then a romantic relationship will come naturally when we are older, wiser, and ready to let love and compassion be the only two things a relationship needs. as of right now, I have no intentions of being anything but her best friend that will do anything for her.
T+4: not much different has been happening, A returns from the casino breaking even. he spends the rest of the night quietly and somewhat awkwardly doing paperwork and finances for his business in the living room. at this point we finally sit back down on the couch for the first time in hours and surf the internet while talking. although there might not seem like there's much to it S and I are really enjoying each other's company and constantly have smiles on our faces. this just general "chilling" continued for another couple hours.
T+7: S and I are getting ready to leave, we do one more bump before I take her home to keep us up through the morning. we say our goodbyes to A and J who is surprisingly still wide awake. we talk about how much fun we had and how great it was to spend such a night together on the ride home. when we arrive at her house we split the little meth we have left. after that we say our goodbyes as usual, hug, I love you, and I kiss her on the cheek.
that brings us to now, about an hour after beginning this report, at T+9:30. S and I have been texting since I dropped her off since we are both wide awake. this experience, although facilitated by a drug that gets a lot of hate, was simply beautiful. I felt closer to S than I ever have and I was already significantly closer to her than anyone else. we truly bonded over methamphetamine, our relationship is strong because of it. we both know that this isn't something to do often, and that after we've come down and slept we could more accurately decide if and when we would like to do it again. all in all at this point I feel like we made a good decision. I know that meth isn't something I'm going to want to do more than possibly a couple times a month. S, as I said however, had quite the thing for stimulants and at one point was quite careless with them a few years ago. she understand that she is weak to stimulants and agrees that she shouldn't do meth without me, and that I hold the bag when we have it.
my final thoughts: I don't think I ever want to suggest to anyone that they should try methamphetamine, but when used sparingly and responsibly it clearly is not the horrible drug many people make it out to be.
i'd like to thank you all for taking the time to read this report, feel free to leave any comments or questions below. I will answer anything you might want to know to the best of my ability.
peace&love,
DJ
the other people involved in this report are:
"S": my female best friend who I consider to be my little sister, and she considers me her big brother. me and her spend pretty much all free time together, and have unconditional love for each other. she is the most important person in my life.
"N": a fairly close friend that doesn't play much of a role in the story.
"A": N's roommate and the seasoned meth user in the group, known for a few years not super close.
"J" A's brother that I had met less than half a dozen times in the past.
i'd like to note that with the exception of S the other people involved are significantly older than me (10-15 years). I hope you enjoy reading my report, I enjoy writing these.
yesterday started like a fairly standard day off for me. I woke up around 3pm and didn't do much of anything. around 6 I got word of Percocet available which my sister and I had been waiting for. I drive up to see her at work to collect whatever money she had to throw in and drove 20ish minutes away to get the pills. on my way home I picked her up from work and used the pills fairly quickly around 8pm, I don't think the oxycodone impacted the meth experience in a major way but I was certainly still slightly opiated during the beginning of our tweak. we then got a call from N inviting us over just to hang out, bullshit, and watch tv. S had never met anyone else but N before we arrived, but I had told her A used meth occasionally. S was always a fan of prescription ADHD medication, Adderall in particular, and had expressed interest in trying meth before, and really drove the point home on the way to N and A's. the topic quickly came up, and around 10pm the report begins.
T+0: A, after hearing that we were interested in trying meth, invites me into his room and gives me a hit off a meth pipe. I'm instantly stimulated and feel quite good about it even though stimulants aren't something I tend to enjoy. he didn't have any left to give S a try, but quickly got ready and left to go purchase more.
T+0:30: i'm very chatty and just feeling good in general, S, although says nothing, is clearly a little upset that I got to try some already and she had to wait for A to return. we watch tv and talk for a while.
T+1:30: A returns finally with groceries for some reason. he immediately goes to his bedroom and closes the door, most likely smoking meth and separating S and i's portion from the bag. after about ten minutes he comes into the living room and calls us into the bedroom (at this point I realize that J does not like meth being used in front of him, which is why we go into the other room). he hands us our bag and suggests we each do a small bump between hits off the pipe. both S and I end up getting incredibly high at this point and start having a blast just pacing around the living room talking to each other. N goes to bed without saying a word at this point.
T+2: shortly after S and I officially use meth for the first time together A insists that he needs to hit the casino and gamble so he leaves the house. This leaves myself, S, and J left awake and kicking. J rarely does drugs of any sort but is not against their use. He has been drinking beer quite quickly the entire night and is surely pretty drunk. the three of us end up sitting at the kitchen counter chain smoking cigarettes and talking about everything from love, to sex, to religion, to war, to politics, to music. our conversations were fantastic and very rewarding in my opinion. J, who I didn't really know prior, proved to be a very down to earth person with a lot of wisdom to share with us. although he had been drinking quite a bit he easily kept up with S and i's fast moving trains of thought. it was also at this time that S and I decided to stay put for the night, and that I would take her home around 6am for a doctor's appointment.
T+2:30: the free flowing dialogues for J, S, and I continue to be fantastic, and we decide to accompany them with music instead of the sound of a TV show no one is watching. all music sounded great, music appreciation is a lovely effect to get from a psychoactive chemical. It wasn't even close to being near MDMA in such effects but was still pleasurable. with A gone and the pipe locked up S and I do bumps of meth every hour or so from here on out. the product we got must have been quite potent because amounts so small they were easy to lose were hitting very hard. S and I begin to talk about our personal relationship and attempt to explain it to J (most people we know can't wrap their heads around a boy and a girl being so close but not dating). he really seemed to get it and told us it was a great thing, although S later told me that when I was in the bathroom he would ask her why she isn't dating me. we've heard it dozens of times before, no biggie. J does however make a statement that is always in the back of my mind: "a lot of the time it's your best friend that you end up marrying". It's always seemed to me that S and I were meant to be together, and who knows, she might feel the same way. however it is beyond obvious to me that if this is the girl i'm to marry then a romantic relationship will come naturally when we are older, wiser, and ready to let love and compassion be the only two things a relationship needs. as of right now, I have no intentions of being anything but her best friend that will do anything for her.
T+4: not much different has been happening, A returns from the casino breaking even. he spends the rest of the night quietly and somewhat awkwardly doing paperwork and finances for his business in the living room. at this point we finally sit back down on the couch for the first time in hours and surf the internet while talking. although there might not seem like there's much to it S and I are really enjoying each other's company and constantly have smiles on our faces. this just general "chilling" continued for another couple hours.
T+7: S and I are getting ready to leave, we do one more bump before I take her home to keep us up through the morning. we say our goodbyes to A and J who is surprisingly still wide awake. we talk about how much fun we had and how great it was to spend such a night together on the ride home. when we arrive at her house we split the little meth we have left. after that we say our goodbyes as usual, hug, I love you, and I kiss her on the cheek.
that brings us to now, about an hour after beginning this report, at T+9:30. S and I have been texting since I dropped her off since we are both wide awake. this experience, although facilitated by a drug that gets a lot of hate, was simply beautiful. I felt closer to S than I ever have and I was already significantly closer to her than anyone else. we truly bonded over methamphetamine, our relationship is strong because of it. we both know that this isn't something to do often, and that after we've come down and slept we could more accurately decide if and when we would like to do it again. all in all at this point I feel like we made a good decision. I know that meth isn't something I'm going to want to do more than possibly a couple times a month. S, as I said however, had quite the thing for stimulants and at one point was quite careless with them a few years ago. she understand that she is weak to stimulants and agrees that she shouldn't do meth without me, and that I hold the bag when we have it.
my final thoughts: I don't think I ever want to suggest to anyone that they should try methamphetamine, but when used sparingly and responsibly it clearly is not the horrible drug many people make it out to be.
i'd like to thank you all for taking the time to read this report, feel free to leave any comments or questions below. I will answer anything you might want to know to the best of my ability.
peace&love,
DJ
