I have only smoked shit 2 times before Friday, and never gotten high enough to stay up for longer than 6 or 7 hours. So you can understand how excited I was when I realized I was so spracked out of my mind I couldn't talk slower than 400 miles per hour.
Friday: go to school, I get a call during 2nd period asking if I want to do some tweak, because they didn't have any money. So I tell them I’m all out, and almost as soon as I hang up I call my hook up and tell him I know he has shit and that I have 80 bucks with his name on it if he will hook me up fast, and so he does!
I call the first person I can think of to give me a ride to his place to get my beautiful gift! (rather than share with 8 girls, I would rather share with one who is my best friend).
We pick it up and go straight to my house. We smoke about 3 puddles in my room. We left my house to pick up my friend’s sisters and went back to her house to drop them off. Went to the nearest park and smoked it in the tube slide.
By that time I was so high I couldn't wait for life, I was actually in a great mood, we checked our heart rates on each other and hers was 160 and mine was almost 170. She had this awesome idea to go to the gym and go running so we could lose weight and get in shape, and being on shit like we were we had all the energy in the world, and if we ran out, he he, we could load another puddle.
Saturday morning: 1 am we finish our 2 hour jog, we check our pulses and I’m at 220 and she is at 190. I go home and clean the entire house in less than 2 hours. At which point I start on my bedroom. I am so focused I get everything done in a short amount of time. My pig sty of a room which would have taken about 2 days for me to clean took about 3 and a half hours. After I get done cleaning my room I lay down and do my breathing exercises so my heart will slow down, (my hook up taught me that). I go to pick up the phone to call my friend I had smoked it with earlier, but not before I look at the clock and realize it’s still 7 40 am and it might be a horrible idea to wake up her entire family.
I find something else to do and it looks like I’m going running. So I go running to my cousin’s house and wake her up and tell her to come to the park with me. She said no so I went home, and washed my walls and gave my puppies and kittens all baths and cleaned my mom’s fish tank. I told her it was my mother’s day present to her.
As 12 pm rolls around I pick up the phone and call my girlfriend to come pick me up so we can smoke some more. She comes over and we sit on my bed talking about our entire life history. A few hours later I remembered why she came over and so we smoke 2 more puddles. She went home and I had nothing else to do so I took apart the stove and cleaned each piece and refoiled the tin that goes under the heating element.
So after spot cleaning my entire house and cars I take a shower and I made sure I didn't pick or focus on anything with my body...some girls that I’ve seen who pick look like the local pizza hut dropped 12 boxes of pepperoni on her face.
From 3-6 I sat on my bed, heart pounding out of my chest and hallucinating that there was smoke coming out of my vents and that my front door was slamming, like someone kept breaking in to my house. I was paranoid, let’s just say that. (My parents were out of town until Wednesday.)
6:30 I leave with my friend and we go to a party and smoke someone else’s shit, every last crystal.
900 we head up to SLC and go to the club and get ready for work. 945 go straight to the VIP and smoke more shit, not sure how much.
10:15 we hit the cages and dance the night away till 2, I get the most tips I’ve ever gotten in my time working at the club. And I tuck it away, "we know what ill spend this on" I said to her.
4 days later and 16 laxatives later I’m 20 pounds lighter and my hip bones are protruding from my waist and my ribs are sticking out, but not if I push my tummy out. Wednesday: ladies night, I’m coming down just a little bit and I’m ready to die, but not after I blow my 40 bucks on shit, we snort 3 bumps each and go dancing. Best night of my life, first time making out with my best friend also my first time eating her out also, she was better at it than I was. A week and a half later I want to die because I don't have the money for shit, (other than the money I have put away for college) so I pass out and sleep for a few days, I don't eat after that, my stomach hurts if I even drink water, so to pull us out of our shitty depression we go running, endorphins... 8 days later I’m back to normal and although I would love to consider those 4 weeks hell I still love to do shit. Every now and then. I love it. But if you are thinking about doing it I wouldn’t recommend it. A lot of people get addicted, I’m lucky!