There’s a lot of meth doing the rounds these days, but to the best of my knowledge, it’s not ANYTHING like the crystal clear shit we used to get back in the day in DC. The bike clubs had a tight fist on what was produced and it was absolutely OUTSTANDING.
These days the quality control is all gone. Back then, you wouldn’t get even a whiff of the ammonia smell, just the clean, pure, steel meth. Crazy. They’d juice the ephedrine with acids and whatever until you have this chemical reaction or something, and then you got it!
I guess I started doing meth because it was so much better than coke! It made you want to do things and when you did them, you could really get into it! But there’s a horrible side to meth, too. Like some people, if they have pimples on their face it makes them want to pick them till they’re a bloody hole!
I knew one guy who was convinced he had a worm living in his face and he’d spend the whole day out of his mind, with tools trying to drag this worm out of the black hole. He’d be there with screwdrivers, hammers, nails… everything trying to get that damn worm out of his face. It’s funny now, but when you think about it, I guess it’s bad. When you’re shooting a gram a day and you don’t even own a pair of shoes and you get an infection in your foot? Man, it doesn’t matter how crystal clear that stuff is to start off with, because sooner or later it will completely destroy you. That’s why I quit. Thank fucking god.
SCOTT ‘WINO’ WEINRICH