Last Friday my gf and I got a g of ice and had a good weekend. Which has become our weekly ritual. We get frustrated when plans don't work out for some reason and can't get any.
I started ice in September of 2016. I have kicked cokes ass. I've kicked pills in balls. I have dropped every drug I've ever done and walked away and not looked back. I know now that I didn't know what kind of monster methamphetamine really is. Meth, I have realized, is the one that got me. I thought it would be like the rest and I could maintain my control. I didn't even notice that this monster of a drug has had me bent over and has been fucking me the whole time.
Since that first little bump. It had me. It started with that, then smoking with friends every weekend. Then my cousin and I were snorting Ice and eventually he would be up for a week at a time and as I watched him lose control so quick and so fast... I didn't understand it. He stole and lied to everyone, ended up homeless and sleeping in his SUV in a parking lot. He is now on his way back to prison. I still thought that I was stronger. That I wouldn't be like him.
This is the first time I have realized the truth about what meth is and what it's become. My gf and I started out snorting little bumps here and there. Then we would be up and doing it all weekend. We started hanging out and spending time with a friend and elevated to smoking it more than snorting it. And now all we do is smoke it. I have tried boofing meth in small amounts.
Now I have no choice and I have to quit. Walk away, because I know if I let myself keep going that it will fuck my shit up beyond all hope. I had fun speeding and tweaking and geeking. But it's time for me to bid farewell my friends.