In college, I had waited an irresponsibly long time to begin working on my senior thesis. So, like any rational-thinking 20-year-old, I hit up an ADHD friend for some Vyvanse. Now, this young man was legit ADHD his entire life, so his dosage was like 70mg or something insane (I can't quite recall). Also, aside from coffee and the occasional redbull, I had zero experience with stimulants.

Needless to say, work on that paper I did not. Instead, I walked around basically the entire city, took a homeless man out to lunch and learned about his life, talked a jazz club owner's ear off about how my dad owned a business too and aren't businesses great and the importance of firm handshakes and Lord-knows-what else, called my dad and jabbered to him for about an hour (I think he was glad to hear from me, but he kept asking "are you OK"), bought expensive champagne and brought went to my friend's house to "pop bottles" at 1 in the afternoon (he politely declined); lost my car temporarily trying to go to the library (I drove there and walked back, then later forgot it was still parked there because I just felt like walking so much) ... Um, what else? Oh yeah, I later crashed a karaoke night at aforementioned jazz club. Like I brought my instrument and amplifier to a KARAOKE night, and they surprisingly let me set up and play a few songs, but then politely asked me to leave.

So yeah, moral of the story: don't take a high dosage of legal meth unless you know what the hell you're getting into.