Let's do a couple of puddles and share our stories about crystal!

Via monotonous dot net, I've discovered a caché of stories by gay men that all deal with the subject of crystal meth abuse. The website, Tweaker.org, is one of those educational websites with an eye toward prevention and rehabilitation that nonetheless tries to be 'hip' and speak to tweakers on their own terms, and I suppose letting them wax poetic on the hot fucking bareback butt sex they had in the bathroom at Touché after doing a couple shards of grade A glass can disarm enough to slip in some safe-sex info as well.

One of my favorite parts of the website is the Tweak Project, which asks tweakers to take a puddle to the head and throw up some art:

What do you tweak on when you’re high? Are you a dismantle the stereo kind of guy? Polish all the shoes in the house tweaker? Or do you work on the great American tweak novel? Whatever it is, we’d like to display it in our tweak project gallery for all the world to see.

We’ll take images of artwork, photography or whatever. No porn though, cause we just can’t post that.

But my favorite part of the website are the stories, of course. Now, I'm kind of a meth neophyte. Meth is one of those drugs that destroys the lives of friends of friends of friends. In Minneapolis my sense is that there are certain circles where it absolutely devastates and then other circles that it barely ever touches. But I'm a lover of vernacular, and the stories, in my opinion, are sometimes quite beautiful and evocative...Here are some of my favorite quotes...

by this time i was watching trees dance in people’s yards and the sky was the most amazing thing i had ever seen and then it all went bad. like someone waving a flag over my eyes the world became an ugly hopeless place i saw a huge cloud with satan busting out of it with his arms raised high the sky was painfully orange and red and it appeared as if this demon cloud had set heaven on fire. as we came down my street he dropped me off to an empty house and as i walked in i saw pieces of burning sky falling to the ground and the lake by my house had become a lake of fire i ran in the house as fast as i could and decided i had to occupy myself and get my mind off what was happening outside so i decided to play football on the x box. well i turned the system on only to be freaked out entirely when it started to growl but i managed to leave it on and proceeded to play.

In the months to follow I started doing all these drugs like crazy, I would start tweaking on crystal, I would do some coke, then a little Special K. When I was in the club, which was either Tunnel, Exit, or Limelight I would Kandy Flip on X and Acid. I would be tweaking kandy flipping k rocked, and it was nuts. I loved it however. I was ditching all of my old friends, and replacing them with my "new friends" or party friends.

In the middle of my re-charging in one of my cubicle paradise spots, I can not afford to make a wrong move that time cuz I only had a few last memorable hits to survive the whole day. I was concentrating and soaking my last few engine-like powers, when all of a sudden, I saw this giant eaglethat flew quickly above my head!! Made me scream and panic in the CR(Comfort Room)!! And guess what... I was not able to notice that my precious last few powers scattered all over the dirty floor of the CR.. And the saddest part was when I realized that there was no giant eagle in the CR and it was major dumb dorky HALUCINATION!!

I have only smoked shit 2 times before Friday, and never gotten high enough to stay up for longer than 6 or 7 hours. So you can understand how excited I was when I realized I was so spracked out of my mind I couldn't talk slower than 400 miles per hour.

6:30 I leave with my friend and we go to a party and smoke someone else’s shit, every last crystal.

900 we head up to SLC and go to the club and get ready for work. 945 go straight to the VIP and smoke more shit, not sure how much.

10:15 we hit the cages and dance the night away till 2, I get the most tips I’ve ever gotten in my time working at the club. And I tuck it away, "we know what ill spend this on" I said to her.

4 days later and 16 laxatives later I’m 20 pounds lighter and my hip bones are protruding from my waist and my ribs are sticking out, but not if I push my tummy out. Wednesday: ladies night, I’m coming down just a little bit and I’m ready to die, but not after I blow my 40 bucks on shit, we snort 3 bumps each and go dancing. Best night of my life, first time making out with my best friend also my first time eating her out also, she was better at it than I was. A week and a half later I want to die because I don't have the money for shit, (other than the money I have put away for college) so I pass out and sleep for a few days, I don't eat after that, my stomach hurts if I even drink water, so to pull us out of our shitty depression we go running, endorphins... 8 days later I’m back to normal and although I would love to consider those 4 weeks hell I still love to do shit. Every now and then. I love it. But if you are thinking about doing it I wouldn’t recommend it. A lot of people get addicted, I’m lucky!

I'm sorry but I find these really interesting. The website is run by STOP AIDS.

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