I got heavily  involved with the underground meth community on Zoom once I moved into New York City. I was already Tweak Twack Zack Prime, but I became one of the main people who ran a popular Zoom room called ELITE. ELITE usually had well over 100 guys. ELITE was my home for a year.      I would always promote the room to get more attendance on Mewe and Telegram.     What was nice was that Zoom didn't catch onto these rooms for a while, so we were able to keep that same room number for about a month or so before Zoom would catch onto us.      ELITE was my pride and joy. It was home. Prime was my family. That was all I did. Once I became a Prime, I didn't go into any other room. I stopped going into the 212 and Hellfire on the regular. Those tweakers who were loyal to those rooms noticed me missing. They always knew where to find me, having the time of my life, or so I thought, running the Prime room.     Eventu...

    Online there is a underground meth community that has been on Ring Central and Zoom for years before the pandemic made Zoom famous. We were already there.      When I was first introduced to this community, I didn't log in frequently at all. That progressed just like my  addiction to meth progressed. I got more and more with time. When I was still in Fort Lauderdale, when I stayed at the storage facility, I started to become a regular user. Logging in for a few hours everyday. This was when Tweak Twack Zack became a Prime. The head of the Primes was a person who went by the name Optimus Prime. I became friends with him. He lived in Sweden though. But he owned the room that I was mostly in, ELITE. I eventually became a host for the room. Sometimes when I would log on I would host or cohost. Making sure that everything ran smoothly. Making sure that people had a safe environment. Making sure the chat of the room was monitored for any hateful language....

      "Home" was this apartment of another zoomer friend. This one's name was Dirty Jersey. He let me crash there a few times a week. All the other times, I spent on the street, walking around downtown and the historic area of Philly.      I met other zoomers during my stay in Philadelphia. One of them was named Hans Swirlio. I actually met him through grindr, but we were familiar with each other from Zoom. I met him at his place. His husband was out of town, but knew that I was coming by to visit. They lived in downtown Philly in one of the skyscrapers. When I got there, what started out as a hook up ended up being just two guys hanging out, and getting high. That was more my pace.     I often frequented the bathhouse Samson 2020. Mostly there just to have somewhere to stay that was "drug friendly". That being they know that it happens in their establishment, but as long as you're not being a shit head on drugs messing up other customer's enjoyme...

      When I arrived in Trenton, New Jersey, I had to wait about 20 minutes for JD to and his now husband to show up to pick me up. Now coming off of the train and into Trenton's train station, I didn't get all the hype. I was told through pop culture that Trenton was a bad place to be. I though ehh... Overrated expectations to my relief.     When JD arrived, I was greeted with open arms. What a great hug. What a great way to get reunited with old friends, again.     They drove for about an hour and got into Philadelphia. Where they were staying was a hotel far outside of downtown Philly. But it was a nice place. When we got there, they gave me the tour of the room, which was a bit of a chaotic mess due to having all of their belongings with them in the hotel room. So I added my belongings to the heap and got high.     After a few days and a different hotel later, things started to get unhinged between JD and myself. I don't remember wh...

    At the end of July, 2020... a few months after the Covid-19 pandemic started, I had $400 dollars to my name. So what did I do, I booked a $100 plain ticket for New York City. I had met this person on Zoom from NYC. He invited me up there so I left with a one way plain ticket from Fort Lauderdale to New York City. I had no plans on coming back to Fort Lauderdale. I took this opportunity to go to NYC as a chance to start anew. Not to get sober or anything, just a change of people and places. I actually  had the intentions of flying from NYC to San Diego to visit another Zoomer after a week of being in NYC.      I don't know why I thought I could travel the country with only $400 dollars... well now $300. I had a little bit of drugs on me, not much, but enough to sell a bit to get some funds. I was sure I would be able to sell it.     When I landed at LaGuardia International Airport, I called up MGM, the zoomer I was meeting up with for a few day...

          BJ was my drug dealer. He was a low level dealer in the local gay drug scene. He gave me drugs to sell in order for me to be able to survive. If it wasn't for BJ, I would have spent a lot more time on the actual streets than I was already. The time period that I worked for BJ I didn't have to be on the streets really. I always had drugs to use and sell. I sold just enough to get me another night at the hotel plus some money to give to BJ.     BJ wasn't just my drug dealer though. He was a friend who I could count on. Even though he often wasn't able to count on me. I dropped the ball plenty of times.      BJ started providing me directly when I was staying at The Link Hotel. Everyday I would see him for a pick up and/or a drop off. BJ had his own place to live, but he often stayed at The Link as well. You see, he had a roommate that didn't know that he was dealing drugs. It was convenient having BJ there at The Link.   ...

      At the intersection of US 1 and Sunrise Blvd, in Fort Lauderdale, is a hotel called The Link Hotel. This place is one of the few tweaker hotels as I started to refer to them as. A hotel where meth is widely found. The Link Hotel was one of those that I was frequently staying at or traveling to for drug reasons. This was a period in my life where I was selling drugs on the regular.      In the span of maybe six months, I found myself staying at the Link Hotel five out of the seven days in a given week. I was able to pay for this with the drug money I was making. There was time I was staying there alone with company, and there were times I was staying there with my family I've made. I was always high. I was never alone. But I did make friends while doing this.     I became closer friends with my drug dealer, BJ. I made friends with people who were regulars of the hotel too. My neighbors. I was closer with my friend who lived in sober housing. ...

      JD invited me to stay with him and his partner out of the blue, but just at the right time. I was have some personal issues with Mary's boyfriend. Which really sucked, because he was my friend still. So when JD invited me, I jumped at the opportunity.      JD and his new boyfriend lived in Oakland Park, just two blocks away from the three brothers storage unit. They lived it this stand alone one bedroom apartment on this old woman's property, which she rented out two apartments there. I had to stay a bit of a secret from her as to not getting JD and/or his boyfriend in trouble for having someone move in. I had to be hidden so it only looked like I was visiting them. That did not last long however.      Now, this old lady had some issues. She made it known that she had issues with how JD and his boyfriend ran their apartment. Having guests at all hours of the night going in and out. She started to quickly hate these boys. So she end...

      Who is Mary?      Mary was a one of a kind superhero type of friend. Always there. Since we first met at the storage building. What started out as a possible just one night stand with one of brothers, became the most important person in my life during my addiction.  I even had what felt like a front row seat to the action. I still remember hearing them have sex.     After that night, Mary continued to show up to hang out with the brother, and that transformed into her hanging out with all the brothers and myself too. Like I previously mentioned (in different words), the brothers and I were 4 peas in a pod.     Mary and I grew quite fond of each other. We were very similar.      After a few weeks of hanging out, it was made clear to me something. It was made clear that Mary is a drug dealer. Immediately, it kinda blew my mind. Mary was such a kind hearted soul. I had in my mind, still after everything I have...

      When I moved into the Extra Space Storage in Wilton Manors, On day one, I met these three brothers. Between the three of them, they had two storage units they shared with each other.      Their storage units were gigantic. You see, my storage unit I had rented for me was 5' x 10'. In my unit, I was able to fit some the few things I have  acquired while I was in rehab. I couldn't even bring everything I had at Broward House with me. I left three large bags full of nick-nacks and clothes. It was very difficult to transport my things on a moped.      One thing that I had going for me at this point of my life was that I was able to secure another job after Chewy.com. Right before leaving Broward House, I got a job  working for a parking garage company. The manager for the company was a Broward House alumni. He did what he could to give back to Broward House by giving employment to residents at Broward House.      S...

    For a few months I have heard about a local rehab in Wilton Manors/Fort Lauderdale called Broward House. After everything that had happened to me, I decided I was desperate enough to try out rehab.     I interviewed for a spot in the program, and it took about a week after the interview for me to have a bed at Broward House.  I officially moved into the program as of April 12th, 2019.     For the first couple of days I kept to myself mostly. I spent so much time just laying in my bed. After going so long with nothing, and finally having something as vital as a bed, I was in Heaven. When I moved into Broward House, I was looking like I just came in from the streets, overgrown hair and beard, untrimmed nails, and the look of exhaustion was what my reflection in the mirror showed me, and I'm being liberal with the description of my looks at this time in my life.  I wasn't able to get a haircut for over a month after moving in. So I stayed lo...