I think about the beautiful recrystallized shards at the bottom of the frosty pipe while I am in the shower.
Goddamn you know how to make someone fiend...
I haven't done that shit since December...and before that time was in June of last year, when I finally got it's grasp off of me.
It wasn't even the drug that really made me want it so bad. It was the act of smoking it. Just watching the pretty crystals melt down (and hopefully crack-back quickly), then going to take your hit, watching the beautiful whisps of smoke swirling around the globe of the pipe, down the stem, and into your lungs. You can just keep drawing off that pipe forever. I don't understand how you can get so much in your lungs but you can hit it for longer than a minute straight, rocking it back and forth, an back and forth. Then you go to exhale. I always liked to do it slowly, watching the smoke just kind of meander out of my mouth, blowing smoke rings 4-5 inches in diameter. Just fucking dragon's breath. Thicker than anything else you can imagine.
GODDAMN YOU MAN! lmfao
Sorry for the double-post mods, feel free to consolidate.
Rahcookiemonster must be some kind of sick cunt.
And this is coming from the person who's "Location" is "Puffin' and Pluggin'"
Yup...you've got to be a sick mother fucker to smoke meth, but dissolving a pill in water, drawing it back in a needle-less syringe, and squirting it up your ass is completely cool. No way that's worse. 8)