When I was in my mid to late 20's, I was snorting crystal meth on a daily basis. Of course it was the 70's so things were a little different too, but I never hid it. I would go to "straight" peoples houses and ask if they minded if I did some speed. I TRULY believed that if you weren't doing it then you were somehow an idiot. What possible reason would you pass on the most perfect drug ever invented? Better living through chemicals was my mantra. I always felt that I was my "higher self" on speed.
You can not argue with that mind set...ya know? It's like a religious or political belief, you can speak your truth all day long but you can't really convince someone to change their belief.
Of course drugs have a way of turning on you.....damn that sucks!
I remember clearly one night when I needed a beer so badly to come down and it was the middle of the night so all liquor sales at the convenience stores had stopped. I walked over a mile to a Stop and Go and when the clerk refused to sale me beer I actually held my finger out in a "gun mimicking shape" and said "I'm serious dude, I need a beer!" My "finger gun" kind of took us both by surprise and I took off running.
When things start going bad it picks up momentum pretty damn fast. Really Pammie? A finger gun?