The first 3 times were before my son. I would've done anything you put in front of me as long as I didn't pay for it. I had snorted it, and it was "crank" not meth, if there much of a difference.Quote:
Originally Posted by CocaCola
The last 3 times, my hubby and I were going through some thing, a crack head friend moved to town, and met a dealer. I was over there and they were smoking it, I thought what the heck. I had never smoked it. And It felt GOOD that first time. Then I couldn't sleep all night, so I did some more the next day, and couldn't sleep all night, did some more so I could function with my 3 year old on no sleep. My hubby got wind of what was up, we had a fight, he hit me with a door I was trying to shut on him, and I punched him in the nose. He called the cops, I went to jail. We worked it out, my friend went way down hill from there and moved away, pregnate (3rd kid, she's 24) by this 45 year old dealer who is now in the pen.
Long story short. Drugs are adictive for a reason, they feel good, at first. Then they become necessary.
Eva
