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…
You know what they say, when it rains, it pours.
The couple began cleaning — when they heard “animal noises” coming from underneath their bed.
This is the best sister you can ask for, really.