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 Message-ID: <085305Z18061995@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs,alt.drugs.chemistry
From: an219881@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 18 Jun 1995 08:50:29 UTC
Subject: Speedlore and Methology: Parts I & II



Of all the seperate realities , legal landscapes, and metabolic metropoli
that thrive beneath the surface of the Cleaver's USA, no subculture seems
as pervasive or uniform as the nationwide-eyed, high dosage methamphetamine
club.

This group is a tribute to the idea that some things stay the same accross
time or space....the members come and go, some leave quietly, some go
snitch, croak, or disappear, some hang in there after their lights have
gone out, and quite a few are dragged off at 6:00 AM Friday morning by blue
windbreakers with yellow writing, often stuffed with fellow club members
workin' the swine side.

Getting in too deep is what we DO, it's who we are.

But despite all this, there are a few of us who have managed to hang around
the periphery for decades,  avoiding the felonies, gunshots, big ripoffs,
and crip- pling motorcycle accidents.  Other than luck, the key to staying
alive is knowing when to take a step back, on your own, and avoid the
biggest bearTrap in the speedCircus:  taking yourself too seriously....

Truly not giving a fuck is the only way to maintain perspective. In other
words, there are worse things that can happen, than having to lay down and
go to sleep for a week...no drug or state of mind is worth dying for,
killing for, or doing hard time for....if you think that YOU are the one
who is going to retire with a cool million from the Methamphetamine
manufacture and distrubution Jamboree, it's time to get some sleep.

But the American Speedfreak is not a lost soul.  We know how to have fun
between the first ether gasp and locking ourselves in the closet.  A
twisted wisdom creeps into those of us who manage to survive, a sort of
collective unconsciousness,  an unspoken Crankster ideology:

        Never piss off a motorcycle gang, (unless yours is bigger/meaner)
        Coke freaks are to be treated like lepers.
        Do not gas around your scooter or your tools, they'll rust.
        Never front more than you can afford to lose:  beating the shit out
of everyone who doesn't pay up is a waste of time, attracts attention, and
nobody really gives a fuck how BAD you are anyway, except cops.
        Always label the distilled water jug after adding lye.
        If you want to tweak through someone's shit, just ask....and don't
steal,they'll probably give it to you anyway
        Ether fumes are heavier than air...if your feet suddenly feel warm,
check to see if they're on fire.
        'You meet the very same people on the way up, as on the way back
down'-Lowell George....try not to be too offensive.
        Duct tape will not contain hot acids or their vapors.
        Never take your eyes off someone with whom you trade dope for
merchandise.
        Never use copper fittings
        Never do green crank (see above)
        SEX takes at least six hours, and is always best when the drugs are
shared, this is not the time to get stingy.
        Just 'cause YOU can't smell it, doesn't mean it don't stink.

IT'S TIME TO GO TO SLEEP WHEN...
        you're out of crank
        your face is bouncing off the table
        your veins have completly disappeared beneath pastey goose flesh
        your shoes don't fit anymore
        24 simultaneous projects have stalled for lack of floor space
        suddenly everyone is a cop
        you've just set yourself on fire, AGAIN

        ..YOU'RE NODDING OUT....
                into glassware
                15 minutes after shooting a 1/4g
                at stoplights
                in mid-sentence
                in mid-shot
                in mid-fuck
                on your scooter

cont.

 Part II: DISORGANIZED CRIME AND RACKETOONING:Guidelines and rules of engagement

       -All cops lie
       -The only rhythm a snitch ever gets is bent over a laundry cart in
the joint, see above.
       -Never cook and deal at the same time.
       -Deny everything, especially when caught red-handed, cops do NOT
respect an idiot anyway, don't be conned by the 'go easy on you if you
confess' crap, pleading guilty is something you do in court, with a lawyer,
for a deal in writing, not at a station house, see first rule.
       -Always keep your registration current and pay your parking tickets,
more folks go down from behind the wheel than anywhere else.
       -Never carry more drugs on a scooter than you can eat, see above.
       -Always let mail order stuff cool down at a distance, and of course,
never sign your real name to anything asociated with manufacture


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