Meth, that brings back memories. Started doing it when I became friends with a dude who was dealing. That's back before you could cook it in the tub. They were bring it in from Cali in spare tires, rocks of it, and coke too. Didn't like the coke much though, the affects didn't last long enough.

Remember sitting around waiting for my heart to jump out of my chest and run across the floor. Watching the guys doing it longer than I had walk to the bath room and come out holding the teeth they had just pulled. Up for days on end living on Honey Buns and Pepsi. Watching girls, and some damn fine ones to, I'd went to school with become whores over the shit. I'm talking corn fed, mid-west, fine looking little roman catholic girls letting everyone in the room do them for a good buzz.

That all came to an end when the guy got busted, then I spent the next two years spending almost every penny I had on this cheapass homebrewed shit. Finally got tired of getting ripped off and just quite one day, just like that. I've done some a couple of times since then but just for a pick me up.

I had some really great times on the stuff. Had some great sex with methed up women, but if there's one drug that should never be legalized it's that stuff. I think I'd rather find my kid shooting heroin than meth.