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 I am a 25-year-old Australian. I have used meth since 19. Only ever shot it up, no normal pattern of snort, smoke then shoot, but from my experiences here in Melbourne, shooting up is the only way to use.

    Quicksand

    Four years ago, I stopped doing one of the dumbest things I ever did in my life: crystal meth. Four weeks ago, I did one of the dumbest things I ever did in my life: crystal meth. Why did I do it? Why did I stop? Why did I do it again? The answer is probably the same for all the questions. Whether it's a rationalisation, a reason, an excuse, or an explanation, the fact is that I did it and I can no longer say I've been sober for four years or that I'm a former addict.

      The night that won't end

      Let me start by saying that I have had experiences with nearly every kind of drug used recreationally in America these days. LSD, pot, hash, coke, crack, opium, heroin, speed (pills), shrooms, K, G and all the different pills you can name. I'm 30 yrs old and 1st smoked pot at 11. I did crack and coke by age 14. It was like whoopdie do. This is what's destroying America? It never seemed to get a hold on me. I saw what it did to others. I've seen some real horror stories unfold.

        Love and addiction

        I was adamantly opposed to drugs. I saw what coke did to my sister, and vowed never to bring that pain unto myself or family. Then I met him. At the age of 20, he was so damn cool, fun, and perfect. WTF was I ever thinking. He was a "recovering" (recovering my ass) coke addict (aka coke, crystal, g, e...) who I let into my life, and fell madly in love with. (shit, even know it sounds absolutely revolting and pathetic) after changing colleges, getting a DWI, and moving for him, I was able to enjoy the love for what it was...

          Repressed, obsessed, depressed

          So it's 2001. I'm in CA, in the military, just divorced, and still trying to pretend that at some point in my life I won't be obsessed with beautiful men. But post-divorce and feeling angry for all my unfocused and deluded years; I decide it's time to explore what really makes me tick. So on leave, one Saturday night, I hit a bathhouse. I even use my military ID for a discount. I am drunk going in and feel bold; however being safe is my main concern. I just want to see everything I've heard about. I am not a drug user at all.

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