From lukeford.com


Fayner Posts: I chased a girl to Hollywood back in 1995 who needed an existence without me. She told me this after I moved. Thanks. At the time, I was waist-deep in a coke habit. Fun.

I met some people right away, a motley crew who desired the effects of speed to my darling white princess. Soon I too was hooked.

We never slept. Every day we crawled down to the basketball courts and played against 12 year old black kids who destroyed us every time. I never made one shot. One kid even beat me up for elbowing him in the throat. I was helpless. As he pounded on my frail body, all I did was guard my nose.

There was a nine day stretch where I didn't sleep for one second. This was during the meth smoking stage. Somewhere within that nine days I was an extra in the movie Space Jam with Bugs Bunny. I sat in the stands of the old Clippers arena tweaked out. All I wanted was something to eat. Lunch was ham and mayo on white bread. And it was wet. As a Jew, I couldn't eat ham, and I despise mayo. Wet food is yucky.

I must have jerked off 100 times and still no sleep. A friend recommended I smoke dust to come down. Days later I packed up my life and headed back East.

I recognize and respect pretty much every narcotic for what it brings to the table. Barring peyote, I've taken almost all the drugs which are readily available to a white American male. Some I like, some I hate. Some I like so much I need to hate them.

Two drugs scare the shit out of me. One is ketamine, a tranquilizer for animals. After almost being raped by some dude in a speedo years ago in Miami, I vowed never to take K again.

The other is crystal meth. Poison, 100%. It's awful, pure shit. And habitual users of meth are conniving zombies with no regard for anything. They make no sense when speaking, they are not to be trusted and they'll soil your sheets with semen if you just turn your head for a minute.

Porn chicks on speed can be spotted a mile away. They're skin is yellow and they're constantly making plans they'll never accomplish. Also, they don't blink. And they think they're fooling the whole world. It's sad.

Meth is cheaper than cocaine, has less of a jonz, requires less to give more and ain't social. Wondering where that coke-head porn chick has been hiding for the last month? Chances are she's met crystal meth and never leaves her apartment.

It's ugly.

Meth never really left the porn scene, it just took a hiatus. Now it's reemerging, and I for one am not pleased. It kills the body soul and mind like no other narcotic in rapid time.

I'm of the opinion that if there was no meth there would be nothing at pawn shops to buy.

I hope it means something when someone like me with all my habits cringes at a drug. It should.

Speed kills.