Tried tweak for the first time

[Fëanor]

Tonight I smoked meth. This is the first time I've done a real drug (I don't count alcohol or weed). I loved it, and I can't wait to do it again. I'll try to recall my great Friday night, with some very rough time estimations.

8 PM
----- I'm really really stoned after hanging out with my best stoner buddy.

9 PM
----- I'm hungry and thirsty, so I head to Jack in the Box, which happens to be part of the same building as a gas station. I go through the drive-through, and get some curly fries with ketchup. I decide I don't want a Jack in the Box drink; I'm gonna go inside the gas station and buy me a Rockstar (energy drink). So I go in, say hey to the cashier, who looks like a fairly cool guy. I get a Rockstar and a black Bic...just because. I reach for my wallet. I say, “Ah, damn, one sec man, I left my wallet in the car. I’ll be right back.” I run out to the car and get my wallet. After making sure that I have enough money to buy a half ounce tomorrow, I pay for the drink and lighter, and say “Sorry about that, man.” He doesn’t care, it didn’t bother him at all.
----- I finally get the call I’ve been waiting for. There is a girl at work that I really like. I love spending time with her. She's asked me to try meth with her before, and I told her I probably would tonight. Up until tonight, I've been smoking weed with her just about every time we hang out.

10 PM
----- I meet her at our work, because she's giving someone a ride there anyway, and it's very close to where I am. We go to her dealer and she buys a $40 sack. She tells me that her guy hooked it up really nice. We go back to work and get my car (she drove her car to the dealer...neither one of us thought it was a good idea to bring 2 cars, and she knew where to go; I didn’t).

10:30/11 PM
----- We're now at her house, and she gets out the baggie that she just bought. She is very happy with the quality and size. It was about 2-3× as much as THIS. It was whiter and the crystals were a little bit bigger.
----- I tell her, "Remember, I've never done this before, so you're gonna have to tell me everything I do wrong, alright?" She tells me not to worry, she'll take care of lighting and rolling it, all I have to do is blow lightly into the pipe when she tells me to (I still don't see the point of this...seems like wasted smoke, but I trust her), and then hit it right after. So, I blow lightly and it's not hard enough (or, now that I think about it, maybe I just missed the end of the pipe? It's possible). I try again and it's perfect. Then, I take my first hit. It's not huge, but it's not small either. Even though she didn't say anything about this, one of my other friends that smokes meth had told me that you hit the pipe very gently. So, I tried to take really slow but long hits. I don't do this well enough, though, because she tells me not to hit it quite so hard (what can I say, I’m used to smoking weed, it’s a habit to rip hard).
-----I instantly taste it...it's hard to describe...I would say I think it's probably what one of those rubber balls on a Paddleball thingee would taste like. It's not pleasant tasting, but it’s not nauseating. The smoke has no noticeable smell to me.
-----She sees that I'm holding the hit in my lungs, and tells me to breathe it out. She then has me hit it again, without taking a hit herself. I've now had two hits. It's less than a minute since I took my first ever hit of meth, and I can't feel the weed at all anymore. The power of this new drug just blows me off my feet. I feel very energetic, and very happy that this is such great fun. Also, I feel extremely coordinated. The complete opposite of weed and alcohol.
-----She had gotten us each a soda to wash it down. My drink is finished not long after the second hit. The drink doesn't really have much taste to me, but it definitely feels great in my dry mouth.

12 AM
----- By now I've taken about 6-8 hits. I'm not sure if we've moved onto a second or third bowl yet...I haven't been paying attention, just enjoying this high. I feel very comfortable and confident about everything. We're having a ton of random small discussions. I don’t think any of them were super important.
----- She says she’s going to go pee, and I realize that I need to go too. She tells me to use the upstairs bathroom and she’ll go downstairs to use the other one. I tell her that I’ll go downstairs so she doesn’t have to go so far, but she’s already made the decision. So I get into the bathroom, and now I have a really URGENT feeling that I need to go. So I try to hurry up, but I have trouble undoing my belt because it’s on really tight (I’ve lost a few inches from my waist recently so I need to wear a belt of some sort with all of my shorts and pants). This particular belt is really hard to undo when it’s tight. I’m standing there dancing around because I have to go so bad, and I’m fumbling madly with the belt. I realize that I do this exact same thing when I’m stoned or drunk (stand there fumbling like an idiot with my belt while jumping side to side). Finally I’m successful. I flush the toilet, and I notice that it is a really quiet toilet, and a really clean bathroom.

12:30 AM
----- She tells me she'll be right back; she has to get something from the garage. She returns quickly with some poster boards and tells me she's going to make a collage out of all her photos. From somewhere in her room, she's gotten hundreds upon hundreds of pictures.
----- She puts on the cutest face she can and tells me there are more pictures in the glove box of her car, but she doesn’t wanna go get them. I have a half-finished Rockstar energy drink and a donut in my car. Her face is so sweet, I’m thirsty, and I’m feeling adventurous, so I volunteer to go get the photos from her car. I figure that while I’m out there I can get the stuff out of my car too.
----- I grab her keys and put them in my pocket next to mine. I make my way downstairs and to the front door. As soon as I open the front door, I’m hit with a ton of 30 degree windy air. I actually like the way it feels and say to myself “Wow, it’s a nice night outside.” But by the time I reach my car, the cold has completely penetrated my sweatshirt and I realize I have to piss...really badly again. I have the same dancing struggle with my belt. When I finally get going, I’m literally freezing my balls off. Finally, I get the stuff out of my car. I take a bite of the donut, but it doesn’t taste very appetizing. So I go fumble through her glove compartment, looking for the photos, which turned out to be hidden in way in the back. I bring everything (except the partially eaten donut) back into the house and enjoy the warmth of heated air.
----- She starts by sorting them into some groups. It went something like "Friendly Acquaintances, Good Friends, Boyfriends, and Random Pictures. I think there were a couple more but I don't remember them. With my piece of poster board, I grab a red marker. I sit there for a couple minutes asking her about any of her pictures that look interesting. She asks why I’m just sitting there talking, so I tell her that I'm trying to think of something to draw with my marker, but I can't. So I just start making random scribbles all over the poster board (imagine the first time a baby uses a marker...it looked kinda like that). When I've covered the board in random red squiggles, I get another color marker. I think this one was blue. I do the same thing, but this time I do it in a jagged, crooked, jerky design on top of the red's smooth, flowing design. I never lift the marker while making these marks...it's just continuous lines. I repeat this with 2 or 3 other colored markers until the paper looks full enough to me. I wound up with a giant colored poster board that looks insane. If you saw it and knew it wasn't drawn by a young child, you'd think "Wow, whoever did this is on some drugs." It's in my car now, but when I get a chance I'll try to scan it or take a picture of it. Anyway, she just laughed and told me it was weird. Just as I realize that she looks like she has something to say, she apologizes for “not being on my level.” I think she felt like she was acting like too much of an experienced tweaker and it was intimidating me. I told her that she was just tripping; I was having a blast and loving every second of it. I said I was glad that I was trying this with her. The entire time she had been very concerned about me flipping out and having a bad trip...she was extra sure to assure me several times that I wasn’t going to OD or anything. I wasn’t worried a bit, but I thought it was nice that she was so worried about it.

1 AM
----- Her tolerance is through the roof from being a regular user, so she starts another bowl. Since it’s all ready, I can’t refuse it when it’s offered. I have another 4 hits. I think that’s how many it was, anyway. We start to watch the TV that’s been on the entire time. It’s on MTV, and the first thing I see is some nasty red gunk being eaten by birds out of some guy’s ass (I instantly know it has to be one of three shows; Wild Boyz, Viva La Bam, or Jackass. I never find out which one it is, though. I think about vomiting, but I don’t feel anything happening physically. It’s cool. Somehow, she starts to get really sleepy. This is just astounding to me...my mind isn’t even able to understand how someone could sleep while they’re on this drug. Nevertheless, she’s starting to drift off to sleep. So I thank her A LOT, and tell her I’ll call her tomorrow. I try to be quiet as I leave the house.


~~~~At this point in the writing I’m now feeling mostly sober, but not tired. It was a smooth comedown, I almost didn’t notice it. Time flew by the entire time I was spun. I STILL have really bad cottonmouth, though. 7:20 AM~~~~


1:10 AM
----- I’m driving away from her house, and I decide I want to call up a couple of our good friends from work that also tweak. I want to tell them how much I’m enjoying this. I know that the 2 of them are together, but only one has a cell phone, and I can’t find her number. So, after debating with myself for a second, I call the girl I just left asleep. Our conversation was something like:

Me: I’m really sorry, did I wake you up?
Her: No, it’s ok (she was obviously lying...she sounded so groggy I could hardly understand her)
Me: Do you have Jenna’s number?
Her (off the top of her head): ABC-XYZQ
Me: Thank you, I’m so sorry. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye
Her: Bye

----- So I call the number she gave me, and the person’s phone is off. It goes straight to the voicemail: “Hi, this is JAN, leave a message blah blah blah blah.” I don’t have the heart to call back and wake up my friend again, so I ditch the whole calling idea. Instead, I call my dealer and leave a message letting him know I’m looking for a half this weekend. Right after the call, my phone battery dies.

1:30 AM
----- I have nothing to do at the moment. I’m not bored, though. I’m having a blast just driving around. I go back to the same gas station. This time I get another energy drink, I think. The same guy is there, so I say hey again, and we chit chat for a sec. Soon, though, I’m on my way.
----- I drive up to this awesome place I know where I can just park the car and look out over Vegas. I’m pointed right toward the Las Vegas Strip. I start thinking about how much fun there is to be had on the strip. I’m still feeling super confident and comfortable about everything. I feel like I can do anything just as well as I can when I’m sober, but faster. So I drive up to the strip (very quickly). I make a very important discovery: when you’re on speed, it’s fun to drive fast.

2:00 AM
----- Somewhere along the way to the Strip, or while there (it’s one of those two), I decide that I feel like doing some indoor rock climbing. On the Strip there is a Coca Cola thing (I don’t know what to call it). The building looks like a giant (hundreds of feet tall) glass Coca Cola bottle. On the inside they have all kinds of cool Coca Cola and M&Ms stuff. But they also have a gigantic indoor rock climbing thing that goes all the way to the top of the building. I wanted to climb it.

2:45 AM
----- I’ve been driving up and down the strip forever and I haven’t seen the giant Coke bottle, but then I see something on the right side and I think it’s the Coke place. So I turn into the parking garage next to it. The first floor is really full, so I decide I want to go and park on the very top.

3:00 AM
----- After a ton of wrong turns in the garage, I’m finally all the way up to the 4th floor (I don’t know how many there are). But it looks like a dead end, so I just park. For the first time now, I think to look at my eyes in the mirror. I discover that my pupils look like bowling balls, and I feel a huge grin. I walk through a plain door (no markings at all). I find myself in an empty hallway with white brick walls, and a dirty white tile floor. I run into the next plain door I try to open, because it’s locked. The next one opens when I try it, and right I realize I’m not in the Coke place. It looks like part of a casino, with maroon velvet all over the place.
----- For this part, remember, I’m still very confident. So, for whatever reason, there is a cop in uniform in the casino. It isn’t a security guard, it’s an actual cop. But, I’m feeling like I can do anything I want. Too bad I don’t think about how to phrase it. What comes out of my mouth is “Hi, where am I?” The cop looked at me a little funny, but he didn’t seem suspicious, just confused. I caught myself. “I mean, which casino is this?” He tells me, and then points out what seems like hundreds of logos saying “IMPERIAL PALACE” everywhere. I’m not done with him yet, though. I ask him if he knows how to get to the “Coke Factory.” He knows what I mean, and gives me some directions that I mostly forget minutes later.

3:15 AM
----- I’m still semi-lost, and I find myself in the middle of a bunch of shops. So I go into the best looking one (one of the few that was open). It turns out to be liquor/tobacco shop. I feel a little bad asking for directions without buying anything, so I finally find something I can afford: a pair of can/bottle openers. I buy them and then ask for directions, and the lady has no clue where the Coke place is.
----- I wander around until I find myself at the actual casino. There’s a bar right next to me. The bartender looks cool so I ask him if he knows where the “big Coke place” is. He gives me some simple, good directions. I say thanks and try go get back to the car.
----- I think I remember taking an elevator somewhere, so the first elevator I see, I hop on. It takes me to the wrong spot, I think it was an alleyway. Anyway, I went back to the Casino floor, and looked for some other elevators. Eventually, I find them. They take me to the floor of the garage that my car is on.

3:30 AM
----- I have to piss again, so I go to a corner and start to try taking off my belt. But, I’m freaked out by these flashing red and blue lights they have mounted on the walls in the parking garage. I don’t know why they have those, but they were scaring me. Every time I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye, I would investigate to see if it was a cop or not. This made it take a while.
----- I manage to get out of the parking garage and I only make 1 wrong turn. I follow the bartender’s instructions and see the Coke place right where he said.
----- Thinking that the parking garage for the place must be just a little ahead, I turn right around the corner of the building. It leads only to a back alleyway that leads around to the front of the building. I drive around for a while trying to find a parking garage.

3:45 AM
----- I’m lost again. I can’t find a parking garage for the stupid Coke place. So I pull up next to a cab, that’s parked in that alleyway, and I honk to get his attention. He rolls down his window, and I find out from him that there is no parking garage for the Coke place. I have to use one of the garages from a nearby casino.

3:50 AM
----- I’m in the parking garage for the MGM (one of the really big super-casinos on the Strip). I’m trying to decide if I can afford the stupid $3 parking fee and still be able to go rock climbing. I ask the guy in the toll booth thing if he knows how much it costs to do the rock climbing at the Coke place. He says something like, “Well, the Coke place is closed.” I’m a little sad, and want to dial 411 to find out if there are any 24 hour indoor rock climbing places in Vegas, but my phone battery is dead. I drive around on the Strip for a little while. I notice that the Strip has a ton of flashing lights, and I have to focus to ignore the flashing lights everywhere. I head back toward my side of town.

4:05 AM
----- On the way back to my side of town, I have to go to the bathroom again. I try to hold it, and notice that if I drive really fast it takes my attention and helps. It doesn’t last long enough, so I turn into this little parking lot. Now I have to go really really really bad. So I pull into a shopping plaza with a bum in front of one of the stores, pull up behind a Walgreen’s, slam on the breaks, jump out of the car, and start to try to rip my belt off so I can piss on the wall. I see a yellow flashing light. I turn and see a truck far off in the parking lot. It’s in the shadows, but there are people there and it has flashing yellow lights. It scares me and I run back to the car with my belt undone, and I speed off to leave that shopping plaza. But, I see a small alley that leads behind all the stores. I go through it. As quickly as I can, I stop the car, hop out, and piss like a horse. I get back in the car to leave. But then I notice that the bum is right by where I need to drive. My windows are rolled down and I’m bumping loud music. I don’t wanna close the windows, but I’m scared that the bum is gonna reach in my car or dive on it or something. I speed out of the parking lot faster than I should so that I can avoid him. I keep driving towards my side of town.

4:10 AM
----- I’m having a great time driving fast on the empty roads. I decide I’m gonna see how long it takes me to go from 0-60 mph. I did like 4 or 5 trials, and didn’t quite break 10 seconds with my 1999 Toyota Camry V6.

4:20 AM
----- I’m so spun that I don’t even think about weed or 420. Wow.
----- I’m thirsty again, so I go to the same gas station again and get a bottle of water. Me and the cashier are becoming buddies.

4:25 AM
----- I want to play with my car more. I head for the freeway. I only see a couple cars. I speed up as much as I think I can. I top out at about 120 mph and I chicken out because I get paranoid about a cop coming. I went farther than I wanted on the freeway. I exit and find my way back on going the other way. I’m braver this time. I get to 125-126 mph before I get to the exit I wanna take. The car was speeding up really slowly by that time.

4:50 AM
----- I go back to the gas station. The cashier guy asks “What are you doin, man?” I say “Havin a Friday night” and go to the bathroom because I already have to go again. I check my wallet. I have $7 left to spend. I use it to buy some gas. I ask the cashier if he sees lots of interesting people come in at night. He says that they get all the loud drunks. I wanted to say “What about druggies?” but I didn’t. I’m going to pump the gas, but I remember that I never introduced myself. So I go back. We introduce ourselves. I tell him I’m going home now but I come to the station all the time so I’ll definitely see him another day.

5:00 AM
----- I get home, get some water, and come start typing this story to share with all you fellow blades.


GOOD STUFF I NOTICED
----- Made me creative (THIS=5 pages, I wrote 2 pages in 2 hours spun, 3 pages in 4 hours sober)
----- Made me confident, proud, comfortable
----- Felt in control of motor skills; still coordinated
----- Less worrisome about small dumb stuff

BAD STUFF I NOTICED
----- Makes me piss a lot
----- Gives me cottonmouth like a motherfucker. Even now, 12-13 hours later, drinking tons, my mouth is still dry. Bad?
----- Bad tasting smoke
----- Food/drink don’t taste good
----- Points out my bad sense of direction

QUESTIONS

1. It's 12:30 PM on Saturday right now. Is it bad that the cottonmouth is just now disappearing? It's been a long time.

2. Do you think I had the best time possible or would it have been better with rock climbing?


FINAL RATING
I love it




Last thought: I started typing this at around 5 this morning, so wherever it says "tonight," just mentally replace it with "last night." I don't feel like doing it.

[el-producto]

yea meth is fun

[Ars moriendi]

Dude....get yourself a good vaporizer and an ounce of the stickest skunkest bud you can find. You'll get the same results without the bad taste or food problems. And of course you won't be a tweaker, just the same old pothead you've been.

Once you slam down a grams worth of skunky sweet vapor no coughing (it's about as smooth as air) you feel tweaked. You're breathing goes nuts..it's like your a child again free of all the smoking has done, you're balance becomes insane, I was pulling off the most fucked moves in a friends basement after a few rips. Over all time seems to move at your willed speed and conversations flow along about as good as they do off a low dose mushroom trip. You get all emotional an at peace with who or whatever your with.

[Fatkid420]

Awsome story man. Gives me a good idea what its like to be on meth hehe. Sucks you didnt get to climb the rock wall!

[grass roots]

meth turns you into a retard: i've seen it happen to too many people. they can't even from a complete sentence. really though, meth is a dangerous drug, its very bad for your brain and body. i'm only saying this because i still care about the human race...

...what people will do to themselves to escape reality-- its actually scary...

[PinG]

Meth is retarded. Meth changed a lot of ppl i know and only after 6 months of use. It may seem good for the first time but just try not to get carried away with it cuz you'll fuck up your life.

[heat_blitz]

You missed out one bad thing about meth. It made you drive very fast.

1. Thats very dangerous for yourself and other, no matter how confident you are from the drugs.

2. You would have given a cop a great chance to stop you, and probably arrest you.

[MrBubbles]

i read it all... up until the 2 am section, then was just like, damn man, too much to read, so ill go get some myself and read/post later, lol

[el-producto]

nah meth is tight as long as you arent doing it regularly. those first few times tweakin are fucking bad ass

[IceCreamKidd]

tweakers suck

[Gilligan]

I value sleep too much to tweak. That shit will also rot out your teeth. Listen to geek stink breath.

[Gilligan]

Originally Posted by da420

so many negative posts.
yes he was being irresponsible driving so fast. He had fun. I really dont like tweakers either but if done responsibly im sure(never done it myself) it can be fun and safe.

Alcohol makes me act alot crazier than tweaking. I just personally do not like the drug and its effects.

[MrBubbles]

I hate tweekers, but i love to tweak every couple months or so. its all about moderation

[fnding_3M0]

[Fëanor]

Thanks to everyone who replied (even the negative ones). I didn't have a very positive attitude towards tweaking at first, either. Hell, I didn't even like stoners before I tried weed. But the thing is, each person makes their own choices about doing drugs. Why should anyone else care about what drugs other people do?

Anyway, it's been a while now (couple weeks I think), and I haven't done it again since. So I'm feeling pretty confident that I'm not gonna get hooked.

As for the driving, yeah, I agree, it was really irresponsible, but it could have been worse. Keep in mind that the streets were virtually empty. I didn't weave in and out of traffic, I didn't run red lights or stop signs. I just went fast on the straight-aways. Who can say they've never speeded? I just saw the chance to take it to the extreme. It was a bad idea, but fortunately it turned out ok this time.