Load up on ~600mg dxm on a train. An hour later, I’m robowalking down a main highway, muttering about how I couldn’t keep up with the cyclist in front of me. End up hanging off a streetlight, asking a passerby, “Fuck is that a hairstyle?” See friends across street. Scream and run at them when the crosswalk tells me to. Get to his pad. A Xan bar for me. Go to local pharmacy to get friends more dxm. Meet up with local tweaker friend. Do some Meth. Tweaker knows a guy who sells crack, and one friend has an affinity for cocaine. Buy and do some crack. Another friend shows up with 2oz top shelf kush and A LOT of whippets. Keep the cycle of meth, crack, weed, and whippets going. Oh and of course, we were chain smoking cigarettes and ripping ‘bacco bowls the whole time. I end up tweaking and chewing my lip for an hour. Stay up all night, my lip is huge the next day, drop 2 tabs of LSD regardless. And that’s why I don’t touch meth or crack anymore.