It’s a long story about how or why I got into it but, when I was 17 years old… I smoked meth for a couple months. Yep. You read it right. Though, if you’ve taken Adderall (and you aren’t prescribed it), who are you to judge?
One day, I had been awake for over 24 hours… just laying on my friend T’s couch. She had fallen asleep somehow but, I couldn’t. I stayed up and typed up an extremely lengthy entry on my Tumblr about smoking meth while I was extremely high on meth. These are some snippets of that entry:
Note: No edits have been made except for the bleeping out of names.
Note #2: Slang terms for meth: Tina, crystal, tweak, shit
Note #3: A “bubble” is what you smoke meth out of.
“She told me we could finally hangout and do “shit” (as she calls it).I’d been asking her the past couple weekends we had closed together but we never got to. So, she texted this woman. She was probably around 60 years old. ****** is 26 years old. Her name is ****** but everyone calls her ****. ***** told me that **** was cool as hell and that we’d get along. She told her I was 18, even though I’m 17. I know it’s not a big difference but it just sounds better. We did tell her that it was going to be my first time though.”
“I was a little nervous because I always want new people with drugs to like me and I’m especially shy around elders.”
“Even though he loves tweak…he goes to church to cover up his addiction and pretends he’s turned a new leaf since he got out of jail.”
“I remember we left the bubble with some shit in it at her apartment because we were all way too damn paranoid to carry that shit in our pockets so we decided we’d all come back & finish the pipe, (& the rest of our shit, if we had any). We agreed that since we were all taking it out of our time together to kick it, **** should smoke us all up. ***** told her that **** & I would be coming & **** became sketchy, saying “that’s too much people in my house and **** is sleeping!” (sleeping is equivalent to heaven for tweakers, ALMOST impossible but sometimes ya get there) **** is a fatass, ugly bitch who unfortunately is the guy w/the supply (she’s a gal tho lol) and she lives with **** for free & pays her in crystals. Which sounds like a fair deal for both of them, if you ask me, but anyone with common sense could tell you that two tweakers living together (especially using their “agreed” arrangement) would never end in happy endings.”
“They think **** has no clue they smoke shit but little do they know, he does have a fucking clue. He pretends he doesn’t because he doesn’t like when they do it in front of him and/or in his room.”
“Finally we got to smoking the shit. Me, ****, *****, & ****. **** & ****** were finally out of our way & I loosened up around the rest of the crew, as they did the same. All the tension was removed & it was time to get straight higher than the stars. I loved the euphoria….it was amazing, I’m in love with the rush of trying new drugs, the different environments, peoples & stories…putting shit in my system, feeling the high spread & expand in my lungs, through my veins, & then I get to go up & away…I get to be long gone, just the way I need to be.”
“My phone buzzed, guess who? “He wants to have a 3 some with you but I told him I doubt you would be down. You wouldn’t, right?” & I was thinking oh hell na because they’re both way older & have been fucking each other for awhile. I would’ve felt like that nymphomaniac that couples in long-term marriages hire to be in a 3-some with them to “spice.up” their sex life. So I passed on that offer…”
“But I’m unsure about right now. Today is Monday. Saturday night I smoked shit & didn’t sleep. I didn’t sleep all of Sunday..I did one load of laundry, packed up J’s clothes that were in my view (now he can stop fucking naggin me:), cleaned & fed my kittens, picked up all the trash in my living area & organized the table by my bed. I felt satisfied with my accomplishments & ready to finish the shit we saved in the pipe, we hid it in the furnace closet for when ****** got off work.”
“Didn’t sleep before nor after the party. We came back from it & smoked our saved bowl…invited **** & ***** came home to hit the hella frosties we had made over night with the fattest bag of meth (lasted us srsly ALL of Sat. night) I ever received for just $20. ****** asked **** to smoke us up at 4 AM so we headed on over there & she smoked like 2 small bowls w/us, gave me a little boost but I still haven’t slept. Ate a sloppy joe at the pool party & am craaaving some damn water. But thats all Ive ate since Sunday.”
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