Ever since I smoked my first joint, I've always been very interested in drugs. One thing resulted in another, and ultimately I had tried pot, shrooms, salvia, ecstasy, oxycodone, nitrous, dexedrine, and had combined many of the above. One day a good friend of mine happened to come into the possession of some crystal meth, and being the person I am, I told him I was very interested in trying it with him.
My friend had smoked it a few times before, and he demonstrated the appropriate method for heating the crystal to the point where it released smoke and inhaling it. He took a big hit, heated it for me and passed it my way. After a few big hits, I felt the amphetamine rush many people describe as being the beauty of meth. The best way I can describe the rush is an intense adrenaline rush, but feeling very euphoric to take the edge off of it. My heart started beating quickly, and I felt so alive. Everything felt crisp, any sleepiness I had was gone, and I felt fairly euphoric. After the euphoria faded, I was left feeling energetic, and everything felt unusually crisp. The energy was nice, and I could see it being useful if I had to stay up, but it wasn't anything special. Though it was much clearer than the kind of energy I get from caffeine, and less edgy. The rush was very nice, but when it boiled down to it, it was just a powerful adrenaline rush.
The experience was nice, but it was not something that I feel any urge to repeat. The energy was nice, but it isn't worth the health risks, or the potential for addiction. The rush was definitely a beautiful thing, but when all is said and done, it wasn't all that much better than some of the powerful rushes I have experienced already in my life that have been completely unrelated to drugs. When all is said and done, it's just adrenaline.
