I too have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
How many In-N-Out burgers a week is too many In-N-Out burgers?
I practiced all of this until I seemed as normal as anyone else. The only one who knew I was an addict was my dealer.
At the worst times, it felt like a morbid circus running amok in my mind that I just couldn’t seem to find the exit to.
Meth! Mmmm, Meth!
“She started punching herself in the face in the middle of the restaurant.”
“Spiders everywhere, regular objects turning into cameras, random objects getting wavy, bottled waters breathing, People in the windows, shadows moving. Horrible short nightmares…”
“From what I was told, he was a nice guy.”
I had done it many times with just a weekend binge here and there…