rm1x
Ex-Bluelighter
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The longets meth binge I have ever had was about 3 weeks. I only remember the first nine or ten days though and my mate filled me in on the rest. By about the 8th day I started to get into a state that I did'nt know if I was asleep dreaming or awake.
My friend had gone out for a while (possibly to work) and came back to find me all dressed up in his clothes, wearing aftershave and looking shmick. He apprently asked me what the fuck I was doing and I replied that I had to look my best as the pawnbroker was comming over to buy the marble sphere and I wanted the best price possible.
I remember though that my birthday was comming up and I thought my friend had put on a dark gabba rave for me, I heard the music, I was there, until I came to and a female friend of mine was crying in front of me asking what was I doing to myself.
This of course did'nt stop me from the binge though. Another freaky thing that happened was I somehow convinced myself that I had become poisoned, I had lost so much weight that I could see very clearly the veins in my hands.
I thought the veins were swelling up and were about to explode, I put two and two together and realised it was because I was being poisoned.
Unfortunately I also thought I was locked in my friends unit and I ended up crying for a few hours until he arrived home. He asked me again what the fuck I was doing and I explained that I had become poisoned and I could'nt get out of the unit to seek urgent medical advice.
He gave me a shot and I was better for a time.
A few days later another friend came running into the unit. He had also been awake for a very long time and he convinced us that the feds were in the palm trees out in the yard.
So needless to say we packed shit and ended up staying at a motel for the night until the feds had gone.
While all of this was happening my pet cat had to be put down. I had him for about 8 years and he was a very good friend to me, but I could'nt face going home to see mum and watching my cat/friend die.
So I used even more.
I decided that I was going to go home, and Mum had offered me a lift. (she knew I was getting fucked up and wanted me home)
When she picked me up she broke down and started crying, I asked her what was wrong and she said that I looked like a grey skeleton.
This happened about 5 years ago when I was dealing rather large ammounts of meth and disco biccies.
I am 6"2' and I had dropped to 54kgs, I am now back up to about 73, but as I have just gotten aout of rehab I still need to gain about another 5kgs then I will be happy
It's going to take a fair bit of recovery as I have been shooting speed for about 11 years (I am 26) and I know I have done permanent damage to myself, but I never want to go near the devils drug again.
I found myself emotionless with absolutely no empathy when I used, I would walk around with a scowl on my face, which I was'nt aware of, and I look older than I am.
I have also been on dexamphetamine for the past year and a half (no longer mind you) so that could also be classed as my longest speed binge LOL
Just be careful kiddies, it's an evil, souless drug that WILL make you a souless person.
I forgot to mention that just before I went into rehab it was not uncommon for me to have half to 3/4 gram shot's of meth. This was not crappy meth either, it was good crystal that some people were trying to sell as ice.
I found ice to be more insightful and I would have profound moments of life changing clarity on it, but I also went fucking nuts from it.
Dexies (dexamphetamine sulphate) is still my favourite upper.
My friend had gone out for a while (possibly to work) and came back to find me all dressed up in his clothes, wearing aftershave and looking shmick. He apprently asked me what the fuck I was doing and I replied that I had to look my best as the pawnbroker was comming over to buy the marble sphere and I wanted the best price possible.
I remember though that my birthday was comming up and I thought my friend had put on a dark gabba rave for me, I heard the music, I was there, until I came to and a female friend of mine was crying in front of me asking what was I doing to myself.
This of course did'nt stop me from the binge though. Another freaky thing that happened was I somehow convinced myself that I had become poisoned, I had lost so much weight that I could see very clearly the veins in my hands.
I thought the veins were swelling up and were about to explode, I put two and two together and realised it was because I was being poisoned.
Unfortunately I also thought I was locked in my friends unit and I ended up crying for a few hours until he arrived home. He asked me again what the fuck I was doing and I explained that I had become poisoned and I could'nt get out of the unit to seek urgent medical advice.
He gave me a shot and I was better for a time.
A few days later another friend came running into the unit. He had also been awake for a very long time and he convinced us that the feds were in the palm trees out in the yard.
So needless to say we packed shit and ended up staying at a motel for the night until the feds had gone.
While all of this was happening my pet cat had to be put down. I had him for about 8 years and he was a very good friend to me, but I could'nt face going home to see mum and watching my cat/friend die.
So I used even more.
I decided that I was going to go home, and Mum had offered me a lift. (she knew I was getting fucked up and wanted me home)
When she picked me up she broke down and started crying, I asked her what was wrong and she said that I looked like a grey skeleton.
This happened about 5 years ago when I was dealing rather large ammounts of meth and disco biccies.
I am 6"2' and I had dropped to 54kgs, I am now back up to about 73, but as I have just gotten aout of rehab I still need to gain about another 5kgs then I will be happy
It's going to take a fair bit of recovery as I have been shooting speed for about 11 years (I am 26) and I know I have done permanent damage to myself, but I never want to go near the devils drug again.
I found myself emotionless with absolutely no empathy when I used, I would walk around with a scowl on my face, which I was'nt aware of, and I look older than I am.
I have also been on dexamphetamine for the past year and a half (no longer mind you) so that could also be classed as my longest speed binge LOL
Just be careful kiddies, it's an evil, souless drug that WILL make you a souless person.
I forgot to mention that just before I went into rehab it was not uncommon for me to have half to 3/4 gram shot's of meth. This was not crappy meth either, it was good crystal that some people were trying to sell as ice.
I found ice to be more insightful and I would have profound moments of life changing clarity on it, but I also went fucking nuts from it.
Dexies (dexamphetamine sulphate) is still my favourite upper.
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