I used to have this friend we called Blaster Taylor. He was cool as fuck until he started abusing Adderall, and that Adderall addiction turned into meth pretty quick. Started shooting it, that's when I stopped kickin it with him.
Anyway a couple years after that he got busted selling a bag of rock salt to an undercover cop saying it was meth, and he did a couple years for that as I recall. I don't talk to any of those dudes anymore but last I heard he's out by now, complete with swastika face tats.
To paraphrase John Darnielle, selling fake meth was a bad idea; but selling it to a cop was a worse one.
Meth literally ruined my life, my kid's mom started doing that shit and it was a catastrophe. Fortunately I've been clean pretty much the whole time because meth is a shitty drug and I've picked up the pieces pretty well, I'm currently the happiest ive ever been.
He's not though 😬 don't do meth. Don't hang out with people who do it. It's pretty much a hassle all the way around, and who needs that? Especially for a drug that makes you pick at your face and chain-smoke fucking gross ass Pall-Malls in the driveway for three straight days