tue 0306007 03.23
sanfrancaliusa
Either the ****zzit ain't what it used to be, or me and FastWolf have
both acquired a whoppin' great tolerance to the central nervous system
stimulants that our nervous systems center around. Both of these
possibilities, natch, could easily lead to one's reaching a thoroughly
deflating conclusion.
Take, f'rinstance, the stuff we've been getting from We'll-Call-Him-
Mr-X. This guy's somebody we've gotten meth from on and off since god
was a maggot. It looks like the same stuff he's generally had, that
is to say lots of semi-transparent near-white shards, and sparkly
irreegular duff which is visibly the crushed remainders of such. Daub
a dab on yer tongue and you taste the timeless tang of bitter jittery-
glitter(do you begin to see where I'm going with this?).. When
subjected to glass and gas, it melts down and va****s up the same way
gakk has melted down and va****ed up ever since I could knowledgeably
observe its doing so. In the barrel of a rig it dissolves in 30 units
of water to the half-a-quarter-g, same as it used to did, maybe
you'll have to shake it for a minute first but that's not real
unusual. If I made a regular practice of insufflation, I'm sure it
would sting as harshly asnd drip with as foul a flavor as a line of
crank ever felt and tasted before, But what's all that material-
behaviour mean, really, and how much has it got to do with what we
take the stuff for?
I'm getting to that.
I 've woke up more than once recently, inhaled 3 or 4 monstrous huge
tokes of this stuff, so big that I can hold 'em for a ten-count and
still exhale a dense white plume of fume -- and lay back down and go
back to sleep for an hour or two or until tomorrow. FastWolf has had
the same sort of reactions but even more pronounced, like he'll blow a
bowl or two to his head in an evening and still remain exhausted,
depressed and generally non-amphetaminated, as far as subjective
effects go. He has told me more than once that it takes as much as a
half-g to keep his ass awake on the job. Now, admittedly, this monday-
friday grind uses up an unjustly large amount of his energy, both
kinetic and psychic, but FFFUUUUUCCCK, half a gram of crystal meth is
supposed to get you HIGH AS A MOTHER****ING BAT'S ASS,not give you the
sorry drive it takes to drag ass through a ten-hour ****ft. It has
gotten to the point where FW believes that Mr. X is selling nothing
but bunk and near-bunk product these days (the guy *has* gotten bait-
and-switched by one of his wholesale jobbers. before, to complicate
the issue, and passed some of the sham product on down to his
customers before he quite realized what had transpired--and to his
credit, he tried to make good on it once he twigged to the shwag) And
I am hard put to demurr with my partner's evaluation.. If I smoke a
quarter bag it gets me goin' physically -- to a certain extent,
There's a lot of the other stuff that I'm missing though that I didn't
usedta. hen I inject it, it feels like half the rush it should be for
half the duration. Once, Mr X put out a bag of identical appearing
methamphetamine I could poke or smoke to move like a carny all
weekend, with the carnal capability of a Cuban Superman. Faded glory,
and it hurts if you loved it once upon a time.
The there's the product one can purchase from We'll-Call-HIM-Mr-.Z,
the retired 1%er who lives across the street from Mr. X . His stuff
is near-totally consistent, a finer, sparkly grit or powder with no
shards to speak of. It used to be reliably potent and equally viable
whether iingested, njected, insufflated or va****ated. In recent
months the potency of Mr. Z's pep-powder has taken a noticeable slide
-- UNLESS IT'S US, OURSELVES, BEING PHYSICALLY LESS EFFECTED BY IT.
He's no help. For one thing he says that it's jist gonna get more so,
that the law dawgs and pious filth have finally taken our speed away
from us by making it too hard to get the makin's, and what we're
getting now is the cut-down product they are managing to sneak into
existence. Of course Mr. Z is a senior citizen with one eye and no
back teeth,, and pays child sup****t, so he's a bitter gloomy ol' ****
whom you must sometimes take with a dash of iodized sodium chloride.
I haven't ventured to try whatever kind of *la cruda*there is on
the street these days. Hell, i ain't even sure they even still *sell*
the raw, the wet, the stanky skanky crank these days; glassy lookn
pretty-pretty might've done drove it off the market for all i know.
woe. woe. woe. and down i go, how low? oh, oh, so slow. woe.woe. woe.
want good GO-GO!
So I dunno what to think. Either my partner and I are starting to
burn out the effectiveness of the chemical we're both demonstrably way
better with than without, or the substance itself has commenced to
degrade and fade into gray sluggish sludge. And I do not know which
alternative I find more of a real ****ing drag. Nonetheless, I feel
like I oughtta know what it is we're dealing with here --if there's
any way to reverse the downward trend, it has to start with awareness
of its nature, right?
or have i aged myself right outta my d.o.c.?
Sparrow 13
[watchin the decline of his culture with equanimity, even a certain
amount of schadenfreude
but mourning the decline of his most beloved state of Extremely DeLux
chemical euphoria like the Glory That Was Rome]
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