I was kinda drunk the first time I took it, did about 200 mics, I was watching Disney movies when it first came on. I remember the visual distortion starting and scar's face starting to trail (kinda looked like a broken video file, maybe it was), so I leaned back and laid down and started getting the urge to chuckle, then the chuckles became laughter, then the laughter became uncontrollable. I found myself in an unstoppable fit of laughter, which wasn't unpleasant, I would describe it as being like an orgasm of laughter, it subsided after a minute or two.

Then I fell asleep for about five hours, when I woke back up, my trip sitter (my roommate) was sitting there playing video games. I asked him how I was doing, ask if I did anything crazy, he said "not really, you started laughing like the joker, then you passed out".

So I was good on that front, but I still had about six more hours to go, and had to be to work in an hour. I worked overnights with another person and was feeling pretty okay, so I decided to go in instead of calling out. The night went fine, but I was a bit agitated, and having kind of a tough time dealing with all the tweakers who decided that was the night to descend on my fucking store.

I kept my cool though, and had a bit of a heart to heart with my coworker while we were out smoking, about the way I was feeling. Now, I should mention that I have ADHD, and I have a hard time finding the words I need to express myself in a conversation. But I was stimulated, I was able to articulate myself in a way that I never had before. I could write a thesis about the shit that was going through my head at the time, but I don't have the time or patience to do it here, this post is getting long enough as it is. Long story short, don't do meth, I've done it and it's no good, and I swore then that I'd never touch the shit again, and I haven't. I reflected on my life, all the way from childhood, and realized that most of the shitty parts were attached to that drug. It was either that, or alcohol (which was my drug of choice later on). All the abuse, all the dodgy people that came around, all the unpredictable, violent, reckless behavior, was all linked to one hard substance or another (yes I'm including alcohol). I still can't believe I was ever dumb enough to enjoy that shit.

Anyway, my newspaper vendor came in a bit later, and I wound up having like an hour long conversation with her about similar shit. she delivers overnight, all over the city, and is also familiar with some of the shittier things that happen during the wee hours. She also has a similar background as I do, so the discussion was long and heartfelt.

Nothing else too eventful happened after that, it wore off before the end of my shift, I went home and went to bed.