well, how do you feel about speed?
— sarah jane
It’s ugly, cheap, and dangerous. Long ago I realized it wasn’t a coincidence that the nights I didn’t feel safe were also the nights that people around me were doing speed.
Call me an elitist, but that shit is for bottom-barrel white trash, and I stay the fuck away from the types who do it. Sure, it will keep the party going all night long, but that comes at the terribly high price of being surrounded by tweaked-out losers who don’t know the difference between psychosis and euphoria. Plus, a meth habit will suck the soul out of a person faster than any chemical I’ve ever seen.
No, thank you.