So It Begins

  Fast forward four months to January of 2017, when I was just fidgeting around on Grindr. I had a conversation with a man about only twenty-one years old that asked me, “Do you parTy?” I honest was in no position to deny I enjoyed to party. Being that I was a regular in the local Gay Bar scene of Orlando. But this man spelled party with a capital T. He explained to me that he was referring to asking me if I smoke Crystal Meth. I said I did not… but said for some reason, “I’m bot afraid to try that though”.

    This young man then proceeded to invite me to his apartment to experiment with with at no cost. The way I looked at this, I was going to get a new friend and maybe even laid. Win/win in my book.

    When I go over to his apartment which was right off of I-Drive, kind of close to where Sea World is located, he proceeded to pull out a medium sized Tupperware container full of this chunky iridescent white stuff, crystal meth. He loaded up his bong and held a torch to the bottom of this globe shaped glass piece that he loaded the meth into. Started heating it up and melt it down til it started to make what looked like white smoke… and he hit the bong and sucked in all the smoke. When he released the smoke from his mouth, it made a giant mammoth sized, snow white cloud in the air. My eyes followed as the cloud up and up. And that’s when I noticed, the shopping bag secured to the smoke detector right above my head.

    “I see that you must cover up the smoke detector in order to keep it from going off with that smoke”, I said. “It’s not smoke. It’s vapor”, he replied.

    I didn’t know the difference. I didn’t know there was a difference. Neither does the smoke detector either, clearly. Now it was my turn. He handed me the bong and said “Now when I heat up the bubble, when I tell you to, you in-hail through your mouth. It doesn’t have much of a taste… well not until your accidentally burn your stuff”. So I started to in-hail once he told me to, and just like he said, no taste at all. NOT! That stuff tasted like I was smoke drain cleaner or something corrosive. When I ex-hailed… there wasn’t nearly as big of a cloud as the one that he blew out. But I was impressed none the less.

    We continued to smoke. Taking turns and teaching me how to hold the bong and heat up the meth at the same time successfully… and he also spent the time telling me the “Does and Don’ts” and the “Social and Heath Affects” of crystal meth. All the while, I was getting higher and higher. Everything was feeling tingly now. Everything felt like it was going high speed through a tunnel. I became so focused on everything… everything except myself.