Share your "Meth Horror Story"

[WhiteRyan]

Any story you feel like sharing that might make us go "ooooo", or "AGHHH" will do fine. Anything goes, and I mean anything.

[WhiteRyan]

Ok Ill start, about5 years ago my buddy starting doing meth. He got smaller, shorter, acne like crazy, and started getting really really weird on me. I stopped talking to him cuz I didnt approve of the stuff. I bumped into him the other day and chit chatted with him while he was smacking on what had to be 6 pieces of gum and a cigarette at the same time. And as I was talking to him I noticed he had NO TEETH, EMPTY !!!!!!!! That is what gave me the subject idea

[discobloodbath]

the one person who means the most in my life: my best friend has been doin of meth since march of 04... during that point in time we stopped talking because i thought we were spending way too much time together, and with work, and him not having a job, it was just too hard and a real stress. I thought some time apart would help him look for a job and allow me to try to meet more people instead of always being around him. My birthday was march 11 and that night he called me. I was out at a club and heard the message he left me. "i found something new, call me if you want to try it." I told my friend who i was with about the whole situation and the message he left me. We both wondered what he had tried, all this angering me, because i really would of liked to have heard 'i got a job' not 'want to try a new drug.' In my anger i told my friend that i hope he gets addicted to whatever it is because i'm done with him. Later that night when i got home 'spun' was on cable.. i took this as a sign. The next day he called me again looking for me but i ignored his call and didnt return his message. That night the sultan sea was on... (sidenote: kieslowski movies have made me look at life differently and noticing certain 'signs' or 'coincidences' have become normal for me) Despite those very clear signs i never returned his call untill one day in late may he called and i answered.. I was so excited to see him because i missed him and i was very surprised and frighten when he pulled out a bag of meth. He asked me if i wanted any, i passed and i guess the look on my face got to him so he decided to pass as well and ended up sleeping the rest of the night. I called in sick at work the next day and spent the day with him trying to just be around him. Asked him how much hes doing. Is he getting craving etc. I asked if planned on continuing this and he said that this bag was the last he had and that his friends were quitting and that they wouldnt be able to get anymore. I believed him, well i really wanted too but things were different. I'd notice body signs (i know him that well). His upper teeth were rotting a bit, he was one to never brush and had a bit of rot before but now it was more pronounced. Up untill now he told me he was pretty much clean thou once in a big while he would say he did some. a week ago he came over friends, one of which is the one who gave him his first try at meth.. This person i heard had become very addicted to shit and was now injecting. Everyone in the room asked me if wantd to do anything: they had meth, cocaine and weed. I choose the weed and watched as this guy i knew as a child (i've known all these people since we were young) shoot up in my room after asking me if it was okay in a goofy way. I said i dont care even though i wanted him out. My best friend and the other guy stared at the ground as this guy shot up, unable to watch or admit what was going on. AFter that my best friend snorted some meth and began drawing (which would continue all weekend). The guy who shot up wanted more and called his mom and began crying in front of us on the phone telling her that he wants more. I guess she begged for him to come home but he wouldnt, "if i go home you'll drive me to the police department". So during all this the rest of us were left to pretend we werent listening. He eventually left as well as the other guy and i was left alone with my tweaking best friend. for the entire weekend he drawed non stop, despite the soreness of his hand. every now and then going into my closet to do more. I put up with it because i was scared that no one would tell him to eat something.. Drink something. I was worried that he would be around people who would just encourage him to keep going so i spent my weekend with a him. Hopeing that my presense would help in some indirect way. I really dont know what to do with him.. i dropped the ball once and am afraid to stop seeing him because i feel like in some small indirect a bit responble. If only i had called him back that one night. I woudnt of done it with out doing research on it, perhaps i could of stopped him before it got bad with that knowledge. i dunno its just a hard situation when u care for someone, and u want to help them, but u cant because they have free will. Since my best friend reentered my life he has had two jobs and lost both. he even told me (when he was tweaking(found this jolly) that on the way home from being fired he puked all over himself on the freeway. Hes started to get scabs. Hes also lost alot of weight that gets put back on when he returns to who he was during those time when he does stop. i hope he remembers that person and stops using because he was a real great person. (sorry for the length)

[Woodman]

I had a friend that i used to smoke weed with. He
started into meth. It was strong here back then (late
80's). The bastard stayed up days, sometimes
weeks just smoking meth.

After about 18 months he started hearing voices and
suspected everyone around him conspiring against
him; classic paranoid/schitz behavior. At that point it
was obvious that he had lost his mind and no one
could save him.

The owner of the place where he was staying evicted
him, and he moved downtown. It wasn't long before
his landscaping job couldn't bringing in enough
money to pay the rent and feed his habit, so he
knocked over a couple of banks (not smart when you
live on an island).

Three or four months later he was busted and sent
to Lompok, but he was a basketcase long before
then.

[bowlingforcindy]

lol, thats funny but so sad to hear, how he was so cool and strong at one point then as soon as he starts up on meth his life is almos gone. i guess he didnt kno what he was dealing with and thought he could handle it,

[manda]

The worst stories are when people hurt others because they are high. Some guy in this area according to the paper was partying with a girl, they were on meth, and he killed her then violated her. Or the guy who killed one of his kids thinking they were something evil. Or shit exploding and the kids not making it out, but the dope making it out.
It really seems to bring out the absoulte hidden worst in some people.

[xtweekerx]

Meth ruins lives. I live in Fullerton,Ca a suburb of LA almost all of my friends were on speed. That shits is the worst drug imaginable.... It ruins lives..... ummm what else... Oh yeah its fun ass hell to smoke but once you do it u turn into a zombie for 2 days... The best feeling is waking up knowing that your not burning out!!!! A good friend of mine has been smoking ice for 7 years now on a daily basis... basically he stutters when he talks to people his life is messed up.. He has 2 kids and he still does it...... Im not saying that Im perfect but quitting speed was probably the smartest thing I ever did!!!!

[OneDiaDem]

The very reason I moved away from Cali. I had been broken into six times for my pain medication after I broke my back, and it was always sketchers stealin my pills to trade for that stuff.. So many lost friends to this drug. One even murdered someone. Scary scary drug. One of the reasons I never post in this forum. All I would have to add here is negative, and I really try to not judge anyone. All I can say is please be careful with this one.</font>

[Woodman]

I was recently forced to shitcanned a friend I've
known for 30 years because he turned into a meth
junkie.

That stupid sonofabitch has thrown his life away. His
mother had a stroke (he was living with her), but for
the last few years he's been letting the house go to
hell.

Now he's got a mortgage to take care of with a
house that's falling apart, he's got no skills to speak
of, and hasn't had a job in 7 years.

He did me a few favors (big mistake on my part) and
pulled the last straw when he tried to call them in by
DEMANDING that I owed him some money. I gave
him a few bucks and made it clear that we were
EVEN, and I didn't want any more to do with him.

The next morning I was still fuming, so I came to
here to Drugs-forum and wrote a rant in the "Some
for All" forum, titled I’ m not a Junkie! It's a pretty
good description of just what kind of bastard this guy
had become.

Edited by: Alfa

[annacm]

I have never shot up. I only do meth now but back when- I use to do everything and anything, I still never shot up/banged. But now I really want too* being on meth for a while now, I have smoked it snorted it and ate it, but now the rush is getting weaker over time from doing it those ways.smoking it you get 90% of the drug, snorting it 70%. I smoke and snort. anyways, I really want to bang!100% of the drug from injecting!!! I have talked to a few people about it. *not many people aprove of needles*OR METH and I think I know a guy who will show me/ help me out the first time. I told myself I would never do it EVER! but now look at me, Im ready n willin. I guess thats what happens over time. The people I know who do it,I.E. shoot- have teeth, hair, decent skin, normal lives. I guess I just know those who have been lucky. Clean needles are a must though* have a good one*

[WhiteRyan]

A guy I worked with in the past who was the lazyiest mother ucker on this face of the planet shot up that stuff and lost all of his hair plus his two front teeth. Its pretty pathetic you can tell his personal relationships are a fucking mess. He cant talk straight unless he shot up like 10 minutes prior. He has some serious health problems with his heart.


Dude I know you probably hear it from everyone who doesnt do it, dont do it. It will slowly eat you up till its full...and it has a bottomless stomach.

[hippie_lain]

Once I smoked Two grams in about 4 hours and the next day I couldn't breath right for two days and my throat felt fuzy and I was burbing all day.