Speed Kills

...your brain. I had over a halfweight of gas last night - the most I've ever had in one night - and it fucked me. I had a good time sitting at Pablo and Al's talking to Budge and what not, but today, today, oh fuck!

So, Austin and I decided we'd share a halfweight and go out somewhere. We got smashed, had 5 lines each and went to Panthers. What a shit place to be when you're on gas. We played the pokies, talked to some dudes, looked at chicks and were out of there within an hour.

Got back to Pabs and Al's and the gas started to drop off a bit, so I thought it was time for another hit. Austin and I went halves in another halfy. We just hung out there for the rest of the evening. Budge, Al and I conversed all night as you do when you're fucked on speed. The morning came and I started getting bored. Found Pablo's Gameboy and played F-Zero for 5 hours straight. Finished the game. My neck's fucked now from looking at that screen for so long. I got no sleep last night. It's almost 11:00 (Sunday night) and I still haven't slept. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm not sure how my brain will shape up.

Today, I was fucked. Really fucked. Scattered as fuck, I had no energy and thus wasn't speaking properly. Jase came round and I couldn't be fucked putting any effort into talking to him, so all my words came out really slurred.

This morning Austin suggested we go to the beach. Fuckin yeah! We went to Narrabeen via Windsor, Galston Gorge and Hornsby. Mad drive. I focussed all my energy into reading the street directory and getting us to the beach without getting lost. Somehow, the intense concentration of directing Austin repaired my brain somewhat. The beach was awesome. The water was warm, the waves were decently sized and the chicks were pretty good too. The beach fixed me 70%. Good shit. I'm still angry, irritable and snappy - relative to my normal demeanor, that is. We're all that way. It's shit.

So I've decided. I'm not doing speed in large quantities ever again. You come off it so bad. For the slightly decent buzz you get, it's not worth the comedown/scat. Fuck that shit. At least on a pill when you're coming down you still love everything. Not to knock the shit we got last night - it was pretty good for gas, but bikkies are so much better.

Pabs and Al say they're quitting weed. They get to hit eachother if they have any weed. They're going to end up black and blue within two weeks. For sure.

'This has been a community service announcement brought to you by The Movement For Ecstacy Australia'

Richards