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Crystal Meth
by Jessika McCallon
speed. ice. meth. shards. shit. glass. these all are common terms for
the drug crystal methanphetamine.
meth is commonly used in college students to stay up and study, but
over the past decade, the usage in teenagers has increased steadily.
meth is a dangerous drug, one of the most addictive on the scene
today. you start off thinking you're stronger than it, that you can
stop whenever you please. and soon, you're beginning to look like a
stick, never sleeping, eating or drinking, and spending all your cash
on this downward spiral to self-destruction.
for 4 months i experimented with this drug with two of my friends, ben
and cody. they had been smoking meth for years, i had only done it
twice. in august of '04, after my friend brian had come down from san
francisco to visit me, cody, ben and i hung out more. they had a group
called the jokers, and i was initiated. later that night, we smoked a
teener + between the three of us on the highschool campus in a shed.
by september, smoking meth was routine. i was used to being spun. i
didn't sleep much, even when i wasn't spun. i didn't like to eat or
drink. i just liked to draw, and make huge clouds. the smoke was so
thick when i blew it out, that nobody could see my face for 5-10
seconds.
meth was never a big deal to us until we met cristy. cody, ben and i
had a couple of bottles of alcohol (i think it was jack daniels and
southern comfort) at the skatepark, and there was a large crowd
drinking with us. cristy happened to be one of them. a girl there,
robyn, didn't like her. so cody and i took cristy into the grass alley
behind the highschool (the highschool is right next to the skatepark)
and drank alone. cody wanted a cigarette, so katrina - cristy's best
friend - and i went back to the crowd and looked around for a
cigarette.
the next thing i remember is robyn running to the alley, and the crowd
following her. she beat the living fuck out of cristy, and cristy
could do nothing but curl up and cry. after it was over, everyone left
except cody, me, and ben. even katrina left. now, at the time, i
thought cristy was a stupid cunt. a few days before i went with her
and katrina to her house, in promises of a couple bowls of cronic. but
they flaked. and she bitched the whole time at her mom, who just
wanted her to clean the dishes.
we took cristy to ben's that day, and adopted her into our lives. we
thought we were going to corrupt her. little did any of us now how
much corrupting cristy would do to us.
our meth intake increased greatly over the next few weeks, as we
realized that cristy's mom, staci, also was into meth. and since we
had an awesome hookup, she gave us money to get all four of us spun.
everyday. after about 2 weeks of this, i got kicked out of my house. i
packed just about everything i owned, and cody picked me up in staci's
car. i lived there for two weeks before i came home.
the longest i ever stayed up was 5 days straight. in those 5 days,
cody, cristy, and staci all tried to kill themselves. cody, cristy and
katrina were arrested. we had a motel party. cristy crystalized her
lungs (when you smoke meth, you don't inhale the smoke because of the
chemicals in it. it can literally crystalize your lungs, and they will
collapse.)
one day in november, i went over to ben's apartment to visit cody,
since i hadn't seen him in a while. that night was the last time i
ever did meth. why? because in that night i got a suicide note from
cody, ben basically broke down over a dime of meth, and i got accused
by a really good friend of mine (at the time) of stealing her
cigarettes. i said fuck it and i have't touched it since.
these past 3 months have been a difficult road. there is always the
temptation. i haven't gone near any of my old friends. cristy now
lives in san francisco with her grandparents, because her mom couldn't
handle her beating the fuck out of her anymore. cody is in santa
barbara county jail, because he stole 5 cars in the past month. ben is
slamming heroin.
fuck speed.
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