My one drug experience: It was after a Ricky Martin concert. I knew some of the guys in the show, and they asked me to come over to their sex party after midnight. So (not having anything else all that interesting to do) I went to this sex party and as soon as I walk in the door the host gives me a deep kiss and then presents with a saucer of crystal meth to enhance the mood. I had lived my life as a good little boy (never smoked, drank, go to church every Sunday). But, quoting the wisdom of Tom Cruise in
Risky Business - "Sometimes you just have to say, 'What the fuck?'"
It was amazing. I never felt euphoric, or high. I learned later that anti-depressants block that effect, and blunt the addictive quality as well. But I felt sexy, and great, and aggressive (in a respectful role-playing way). It was mostly a fun night. The host kind of corralled me for himself. We went at it for hours, but by morning I still hadn't
. (Damn those anti-depressants!)
So the guy has a meeting to go to, but I'm feeling like we didn't finish what we started. I wanted the big finale! And slowly I realized that all the other guest were gone. People he works with were arriving. And I'm walking around in a tight T-shirs and floppy drawstring trousers.
I was totally missing the message that he wanted me to go home. Yes! I was the guest that wouldn't leave!
As I finally walked out to this lovely old house and down the block back home, one of the guys from the party said he was going over to another friends house where they would "see what happens." I was still rarin' to go, so off to another party we went. This was a guy that lived i a really nice penthouse apartment. He was about my age is tall and muscular with the full leather ensemble. He had two "boys" tied up on the floor. From those positions that would service him in every way.
Tall leather guy gives be some crystal (we smoke it - new experience!) I ended up fucking the tall leather man.
I came home after lunch not feeling a bit tired for not having any sleep for 48 hours. I sat down and wrote a blog post about how great Ricky Martin was in concert. It was early evening with I posted the article. I wasn't hungry, thirsty. Then I thought back - O hadn't had a drink of water all day. I forced my self back into the kitchen to drink a big glass of water, and some food - even through I was not really hungry or tired.
This went on until around midnight. Then I hit the whole. The K Hole they call it when you have done ketamine. But that roller-coaster of emotion just slid down over a cliff because by the next morning I was so depressed I would barely get out the door. It took me three days to work that through.
So, that was my best experience, my worst experience all rolled together as my ONLY experience.
and im not talking about scrips..but thoes that arnt
