How's this for starters:
http://www.drugfree.org/Portal/DrugIssu ... index.html

Meth is no joke. Neither is smoking crack. Heroin: I'll pass. I cannot justify putting shit in my body that can be used on cars, like battery acid, antifreeze, and all this other shit. I can't justify risking the chance of being hooked on a substance after hitting it only once. And the effects the drug has on your brain is nearly irreversible. I'm already fucked up enough as it is. One of the last things I need is to be under the influence of a drug (besides alcohol) that makes me paraoid.

x2

Never touched the stuff and never plan to

That's because it's the devil.

Many of my friends and family....gone. Or really out of it, anyway.

Quite sad.

!! NSFW !!

Methalicious

I've done speed twice. The second time was on accident.

I thought it was yayo.

12 hours later "WTF's up with this coke, yo?"

i got a story.

I was driving to Dallas with two tweekers to go pick up some weight. We get to Dallas, the tweek bitch all of a sudden wants to be shaddy, I get mad, pull off to a parking lot to roll up a blunt, she gets all freaked out thinking I'm a cop and shit, b/c I'm not scared to roll one up in a parking lot. So I tell her "bitch, you need to shut your mouth and show a little bit of respect for the driver, you don't know who your dealing with."
So her and her little dope friend get out of the car to talk... they leave their cell phones in there. I leave them in the parking lot in D-town take off with their phones, call up some of my people tell them the deal, and we go score the shit, and you know I've never heard from those tweeks again.

**although I did leave out a few parts, like a gun got pulled on me, and the guy was so fucked that in one swift swing i knocked the gun out of his hand and drew it on him, went to fire and there weren't any bullets. fucker. the guy pissed his pants crying, then his chick tried to get bout-it with me and i pistol whipped her. Then after we got the shit, I got escorted back on the highway by some great people I know... only to get chased down by some other tweakers that knew what happend, so I just called the cops and said i was being followed by some guys and I'm just a scared single girl trying to get back home... bwhahahaha. man tweek can do some shit.

Awsome story...I've got one that's quite scarier but I know someone on the board that would be PO'ed if I posted it, even if I changed the names. gay.

Every time you tell a story, I believe you less and less.

If you hadn't said that, no one would've known that it involved someone on the board.

Make with the story telling.

The person would.
And its a pretty long story, Ill tell you in person sometime. We can have a sleepover and tell scary stories!!
I'm such a dork.

http://www.drugfree.org/Portal/DrugIssu ... oto_8.html


hahaha

i saw that not to long ago..

i mean damn. looked like he was on some good shit.

HOLY CHRIST! That's so friggin sad dude...

believe what you want little girl.. i've have lots of "adventures" in my short time here on earth.

here's another one:

I hadn't started to use yet, but well I had the shit. There was this crazy guy that I knew and he was a user. It was super late in the night, I was asleep- unreachable. I hear a knock on my door then one on my window, I saw the car pull up so i knew who it was. I didn't answer or anything. Next thing I heard is my front door knob getting messed with, then UNLOCKED... luckly I had the deadbolt. Then I hear some mummbling then I hear them break into the apartment next to me, it was empty... the tweakers camped out over there till the morning so they could catch me before i went to school in the AM.

you should be my body guard..

haha, sorry don't think i could be. I'm not on that ice anymore, so i'm sane now. Just get your concealed weapon license, we are in Texas. I did shortly after I got my real estate license.

wow.. sounds like you had a real gaggle of idiot friends for a time.

aaaaaaannnnnndddddddd iiiIiIiIiiIIiiIiiIIiiIIi wiiiillllLLlllLLL Allllwaaaaaayyyssss..

Aww, how cute. You called me a little girl.

I'm proud that you've have lots of stories. I don't believe them. :) That's the cool thing about public forums. I can say I don't believe you.

and i'm so proud you give me so much attention on these boards. K great thanks!!! toodles!

both of you.. save it.

now tell more stories or I will be forced to buy half an oz of tweak and figure out why its totally bad on my own.

It only takes one time to know. :)

my friend's gas station sells the pipes for $3.

the other day I was his gas station chillen with him while he closed out, and right before he ran his employees registar, this lady comes running to the door pounding on it... we were like okay... another customer another dollar right, so we let the lady in. She buys 10 pipes and 20 of the glass tubing and tells us, "man you guys are lifesavers"

OK, here's one.

A "friend" of mine was staying with me, ostensibly to dry out. I drive downtown to go scoop him from a bar, only to find him flying on stuff quite obviously (dilated pupils, sweatystinky), On the way out of the bar I stop to talk to somebody I know for a sec, then jog back up to catch up to the fucker. I tap him on the shoulder and he turns around and BAM hits me in the face. The next thing I know we're brawling on the side of 4th street. I have lost my glasses at some point during the fight. He runs off. Somebody taps me on the shoulder, and I turn around to swing to find a police officer, who takes me down and puts his knee in my back. At this point I scream and he notices I'm dripping blood on the ground. He lets me up, finds my glasses, calls an ambulance, and goes to the hospital with me. During this time my "friend" is arrested and also taken to the hospital. I actually see him in the er, cuffed to a bed with an officer watching. He has several stitches in his forehead from where I kicked him. He was arrested for assaulting me (several people witnessed) as well as public intoxication (I think that it's still called that if you're on something but alcohol). He comes by the next day with a friend to get his shit. Stitches on his forehead. I had to laugh. I was just bruised, a little bloody, and sore.

The end.