It's funny.

Meth is the only drug I'd ever do again. As a teen, I tried it all. And had some fun, too. But meth makes me feel perfect. Even with my tolerance.

The only trouble it causes me is because it's illegal. Like, using it can land me in jail, which means I lose my job/house/car/dog/etc. But if it wasn't illegal, none of that would happen.

I know I'm a unique case. Most people lose their minds after a while using meth. But I stayed centered on it. I did it for about 10 years and kept my same job the whole time. Changed houses and cars a few times, though. It made me feel content. It made my head feel steady, a feeling I haven't had since I quit. I felt normal on meth.

Plus, I could stay up for a day or two and do all the shit I wanted. You've never enjoyed Mario Party 4 like I have. 30 hours straight, playing every board, several times, unlocking all the unlockables. Or how about music? I've played my guitar for 12 hours straight, recording cool shit with a good friend. Or how about cleaning the kitchen/bathroom/living room/bedroom/cat litter box/scrubbing out the trash can/dusting the furniture/vacuuming/etc... I got it all done by 2 AM, so I have until 6 before I have to start getting dressed for work. And finally, the biggest deal: orgasms. I don't know you, but I do know that you've never felt an orgasm anywhere near as good as what I've felt. Holy shit. Just convulsing, flopping around, shrieking, screaming in pleasure. Soooooo amazing. It takes a while to get an orgasm, but oh my fucking god, it's worth it.

But that's actually the bad part about meth, and it's what no one ever tells you.

You see, meth makes everything better. Gaming, talking with your buddies, fixing your car, having sex/masturbating, playing music, heck, even cleaning your bathroom is fun. Everything is so much better. But there's the problem.

Now, my regular orgasms are always a let-down. Everytime. I'm sober now so I'm just disappointed every time. I'll never feel as good as I did. And sure, I could have my buddy come over and play music. But we'd both get bored after an hour or he'd have to leave cuz it was getting late.

The point is that meth makes EVERYTHING wonderful. And sobriety just doesn't compare. I wish someone had warned me that I'd never have good, fulfilling sex again. Or that I'd hardly ever feel like playing guitar. But no one warns anyone about that shit. Nope.

Instead they told me I'd go crazy, steal from my mom, quit my job, lose my house, crash my car, pawn my guitar... These are all things they tell you to expect if you use meth. But after a decade, none of this happened to me. I wish someone would've told me the real consequences instead of that DARE class bullshit.