A Crystal Tale
Of course no one starts out addicted. It starts when a friend offers you a line at a club. You start doing some once or twice a month ... you can handle the hangover, since you aren't doing it that much.
Then your friends get tierd of you mooching on their stuff, so you find a dealer and buy some of your own.
Friday and Sat you're flying, not sleeping at all. It's great. You can get so much done!
Then Monday morning you're so tired you can't get out of bed. A little line won't hurt, just to perk you up and get you to work on time.
Before you know it you're bringing a vial to work, snorting a bit in the bathroom to get you through that boring task, or keep you awake on a sleepy afternoon.
Then you buy a waterpipe and start smoking it, since snorting burns your nose membranes so painfully. Smoking it you get REALLY high, get hyper-sexual, start doing some really kinky stuff, proobably with other speed users. Then the paranoia and mood swings start getting worse.
From then on it's just a matter of time before you lose your job, lose your friends, and your self-respect.
On crystal meth, you are the LAST person to find out how fucked up you really are. I know of no drug more seductive and more dangerous. It's exciting at first -- like planes crashing into the WTC -- until you start to realize the human cost.
But don't worry ... you'll be so delusional by this time, you won't believe there's anything wrong with you. It's everybody else who's going crazy. You will be the last one to know what crystal has done to you ...