Ice = Fucking Evil
OK, I use drugs recreationally and quite regularly, as most would at least have heard about, if not know.
But this fucking Ice shit, damn, this is truly the semen of the devil.
I have watched a number of friends and acquaintances fall into the "Ice Pit", including my recent roommate, who I had no choice but to evict with extreme prejudice in recent times.
Now in a past life, I was known to shoot pure crystal meth into my tear duct .. and let's not go into that, because that still gives me the shivers from time to time ... and I can NEVER recall that spinning me to a place I am seeing more and more people fly off to. Sure, I didn't sleep for a long time (or at least did not want to - which is why I used to do it back in the day) and I got a nice big rush, but at least I was still in control....
Now I have been around long enough so that I DO know that what I used to shoot - and still eat on occasion - and what most term "Ice" are very, very different in most cases.
I'd smoked crack a couple of times as a self social experiment and did not like the way it made me .. so I don't do it, but I had not tried street Ice anytime in recent memory.
So on Friday night a couple of borderline acquaintances asked me if I wanted to share a smoke hit. I did know them well enough to know they usually get pretty good gear, so I joined on in.
Holy fuck.
Evil shit.
Nervous, paranoid, angry, hyper aggressive and all the bad shit. Took some really bad (i.e. stamped) coke a few hours later to really settle me down some.
Worse still, depressed and sad pretty much ever since, just coming good now.
All that from one pipe hit.
NEVER again.
Ever.
Not that fucking wrong poison.
But this fucking Ice shit, damn, this is truly the semen of the devil.
I have watched a number of friends and acquaintances fall into the "Ice Pit", including my recent roommate, who I had no choice but to evict with extreme prejudice in recent times.
Now in a past life, I was known to shoot pure crystal meth into my tear duct .. and let's not go into that, because that still gives me the shivers from time to time ... and I can NEVER recall that spinning me to a place I am seeing more and more people fly off to. Sure, I didn't sleep for a long time (or at least did not want to - which is why I used to do it back in the day) and I got a nice big rush, but at least I was still in control....
Now I have been around long enough so that I DO know that what I used to shoot - and still eat on occasion - and what most term "Ice" are very, very different in most cases.
I'd smoked crack a couple of times as a self social experiment and did not like the way it made me .. so I don't do it, but I had not tried street Ice anytime in recent memory.
So on Friday night a couple of borderline acquaintances asked me if I wanted to share a smoke hit. I did know them well enough to know they usually get pretty good gear, so I joined on in.
Holy fuck.
Evil shit.
Nervous, paranoid, angry, hyper aggressive and all the bad shit. Took some really bad (i.e. stamped) coke a few hours later to really settle me down some.
Worse still, depressed and sad pretty much ever since, just coming good now.
All that from one pipe hit.
NEVER again.
Ever.
Not that fucking wrong poison.
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