Meth?

My friend is fond of telling a certain story about his experience with meth. As the story goes, he snorted some meth and stayed up for 48 hours. He tells me, “I played halo for hours. I turned the sensitivity all the way up, but it still wasn’t enough.” Usually during this last part he grabs the collar of my shit and pulls me close. If I’m lucky one of his dreads will hit me in the face. Then if he decides to go into more detail he'll begin telling you how "crazy" Radiohead was...on meth.

This one time a student from a local radiological technical college was making a stopover at my college to visit an acquaintance of mine. He revealed to me that he used meth to study. He would take some and then read a whole text book on radiology. He was of Asian decent, wore glasses, and the holes in his pants took up more area than fabric. There was something about his demeanor that convinced me that he was at the very least bi-sexual. He made a circle with his hands and put them next to his pocket, “So I had a Meth rock which was about this big right in my pocket when I was being pulled over by this police officer, but I just gave him the rock and a hundred dollars and he let me go.”