I went to Aimee and Linda's last night and almost did a line of speed. I looked at Linda's bag, held it, opened it, inhaled its amonia smell, yes my good friend cyrstal meth all right. I don't really know what stopped me, but seeing as how I have to leave for work in 10 mintues I'm glad I didn't do it. The truth is, I completely forget about having to go to work today. That wouldn't have been good, being up all night and having to go to work feeling like crap. I talked to the gang about ibogaine though. "Ever heard of tramadol anyone?," I asked. "No what's that?," asked Linda. "I have," said Aimee. "That's a drug you get strung out on, even though it's not a naroctic." "Exactly," I said. "I'm strung and I want to get unstrung. I tried going down to 3 pills, but I finally felt it. I'm back on 4. " Sigh. "If you had a chance to take ibogaine to get off smack would you do it?," I asked Don and Aimee. "Hell yes," they said. If I had the money, I'd get 2 grams a piece of the stuff for all of us and Erik too, but hell I don't even have $600 to get for myself. It will take 6 months to save up that much money. I wish I could help my friends too 
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