It all started when I was 22, I was studying business administration at this expensive private German school located in Mexico city which requires students to get a job at a German company located in Mexico city, to fulfill the German learning style 3 months theory at school, 3 months practice at a Company. Easily I got involved with this German company which manufactures big industrial German made printing machines. In one of this practice cycles I had the opportunity to go overboard and live 6 month in Dresden Germany, to work at this fabric and get to know the different areas like sales, human resources, etc. I have been to this city before my visit, and I had make contact with some people which were my friends. I like to smoke weed, in Mexico its quite usual to smoke pot and snort cocaine... well I have an issue with cocaine, which makes me don't like it, and I am very happy with that, cocaine gives me this very hard, long lasting headaches so I just stay away from it and I am happy. Weed is an other thing, I have smoked weed and hash since my 19 years and never had a bad trip or bad experience, I am still a weed smoker and very happy with that. But back to my story from those days in Germany, I rented this room on the outskirts of Dresden city from where I daily traveled per train to the fabric. The fabric is located near this little German town called Coswig, which I called under friends "Coswig-City" just for fun. Since my arrival it was very easy for me to get some hash and sometimes good green marihuana, double expensive than hash but more powerful. And so I kept my good habit of smoking weed after work, hanging with friends, listening to music or playing play station or just hang around. On the weekends I used to go out with my close friend from Coswig-city" to some house-parties or sometimes any disco in Dresden city but at that age if you have no car in Germany u r doomed to use the Bus and Train, and stick to the strict departures times, so sometimes its not very nice to go out far away from home because the way home is long, especially if you're not sober...
Oh well, after like 2 months in Dresden, and having visited all discos and been almost with every friend to every party things started to get boring so once I asked a friend if he could hook me up some ecstasy which we innocently call in Mexico just "cristal" in Spanish. So I asked him if he could hook me some "cristales" like we said up, and he watched me very rare and asked if I really wanted crystal, and I nodded. No more talk through the phone, he was ringing my house an hour later to take me to some of his friend in Meissen City like 15 miles from Dresden away. Once there we parked the car and went into this old post-II ww German 6 story building. The windows were al messy painted, also the stairs, it was not a nice place to live but well, I wanted my ecstasy...(my idea). My friend knocked at some door and this "dark" guy all dressed in black, but very very pale (even for pale Germans he was really pale) face and arms which I could see, with skulls on his t-shirt and metal chains stuff hanging all over maybe 17-18 years at that times old (Talking about 2002...I was 22) (In Germany it is very very common for young people ages 17- 18 to leave their homes after high school and start studying or working by their owns and get along by themselves) so I didn't care much about him, I just wanted to hook up some ecstasy to party that weekend. He passed us into his apartment and had us sit down while he got some stuff from his room. His living room was also covered with black posters like Mano-war style and Skulls and bones painted all over every where, many black candles and all windows were all dark covered. This guy came with this tiny bag back with some white powder almost glassy stuff in it, very different from the stuff I used to swallow here in Mexico, X tablets with doves, or Mitsubishis loves Adams, etc. but I wondered that was a different kind of ecstasy from Germany different than the stuff in Mexico. I didn't care much. My buddy did all the talking and so fast that darky guy was doing some very very big crystal lines, 2 lines, one for him, one for me about some 4 to 5 inches long and nice and wide. Because of my old cocaine experiences I knew it was way too much for me and for other reason because I just don't snorted stuff, so I told that guy that it was far too much right now, he just told me to take whatever I wanted...and so I did it, I took just a little zip of it, maybe one inch, no more. Right away the darky guy took the leftover and the other big line he prepared for him. I was astonished how much he could snort and told him that it was too much...just imagine two meth lines 4 to 5 inches long each in just a "zip"... he responded to me that it was the normal hit for him to go to sleep I was astonished. After a few minutes there my friend asked the darky if he had some to sell and I handed 20 euros. He filled a little plastic zip-lock bag with just a few crystals. I said OK and we left because my friend was in a rush and had to go somewhere else, he asked me if it was no problem for me leave me at my home and I said no. On the way back home things started to get very different inside me, I felt very powerful and spoke a lot, very active, I told my friend that this "ecstasy" was more powerful that the one I get in Mexico, and he said to me that it was no ecstasy, it was crystal, but I keep insisting that for us Mexicans was the same shit... Big mistake ...
I arrived home with this power all inside me, once inside I made myself another little like less than an inch long line and thought of smoking it with some marihuana I had home. I crushed the crystals so small to mix it with some pot and rolled a joint. I was half away the joint, things started to get more exiting, I was so high, so happy didn't know why, but it was more powerful than the X here in Mexico. I had a boner, my dick was rock hard so I pulled my laptop open and started to jerk off at some xxx pics I had there. By that time it was like 7 pm and I had the whole night and the whole weekend on. I kept that night wondering what that stuff was, still smoking and snorting it like normal Mexican ecstasy. I didn't go out that Friday I just stayed home and kept watching xxx and jerking of while smoking pot and snorting more meth. I didn't sleep that night, next day I just kept smoking pot, went to some friends and smoked some more. I had some meth left over in a paper which I was keeping for next weekend. I waited the whole week to snort all the meth I had kept home and as soon I got home that Friday I was frying my brain with more of that shit. That time I called a girl friend I had and she came by to snort a little and have wonderful animal- like sex all night. I was way over my mind, that thing was great I had a boner the whole night and could fuck all night long, that girl was so wet my dick just slipped inside her once and over every time after another line. That was just great. Next day that ugly long-lasting bad feeling, I thought that ecstasy was shit stuff bad made which made me feel like shit, very depressed and just sad, everything was sad, nothing could make me laugh or smile for 3 to 4 days after that weekends. So I thought to get back just to smoke pot and leave the X I thought it was.
I managed some weeks clean from that stuff and things started to come back to normal, although I had this reminding and some cravings of that long lasting great high from the first time I snorted it.
Some days passed normal and a friend from Mexico contacted me because he was doing this Europe trip and wanted to come by visit me some days and go to the love parade in Berlin and to Ibiza afterwards. I have partied and X sometimes with this friend in Mexico, so I thought I could surprise him with this mega-powerful X I found in Germany and so I went to buy some more from that darky guy again. B4t he was not there, for that my buddy I contacted before contacted another dealer and we went to his. Again 20 euros, this time my friend from Mexico arrived and as soon as we got home I introduced him to it, because we used to swallow it, he got very awkward from my new way of taking it, he didn't like the idea to snorting it, so he swallowed some. Then a few min later a friend of mine picked us up and we drove to this Germans party on the other side of town. We didn't care the distance, by the time we where on the autobahn we already were jaw-stuck from the meth we took binging at 220 KMPH in the German Autobahn. At the party there was some beer and jaegermesiter to drink which we greatly drank a lot, then the guy from the party asked me if he could have some shit, without thinking we were doing more meth over a laundry machine. The party was over and we went back home, we didn't sleep, we smoke more hash and pot I had home, then we crashed. The next day we both had this bad feeling, depressed and just shit again... we didn't care, we smoke more weed and planed our trip to Berlin to the love parade, but without meth. We arrived in Berlin, Love Parade 2002 was so good, we had such a great time, we scored some good X MDMA blue doves and partied all night long with some other friends I have there. Some days after we headed to Ibiza, wow what a place; girls, party, drugs, all at he same...so great really a must do 4 everyone I B I Z A. In Ibiza we scored some more X for like 3 euros a piece we bought like 6 or 7 for each, don't remember and had all day and night to party with, I remember over the day to go to our roo and hit an X line after another, or smoke a joint and back to the pool to rest jaw-stuck waiting for the night to party at Amnesia at the beats of Cris Liebing and Sven Väth's hard techno. Some really amazing days.
Our trip was over and we had to fly back to Germany, my friend stayed another night at my place, only smoking hash he managed to get over from Ibiza trough the plane, the next day he left to continue his trip. I had like 3 more months over in Germany till my comeback to Mexico. Back to the old life habits, going to work and back home or to friends to smoke weed or hash. One day in Coswig I was at some friends and this crazy tweaked dealer guy came with some meth, the next second every one was over it snorting all we could take. I that moment I asked the dealer what the name of this shit was and he said it was Methamphetamine.... It sounded to me like ecstasy...but I knew ecstasy's formula is MDMA methilenedioxymethamphetamine... or that shit MDMA ..quiet different than just Methamphetamine...so next day I found myself in this enormous Dresden library looking after that Methamphetamine stuff. And then I realized the big mistake I made... boom.. it opened my eyes right there..i realized it was way different from the stuff I was looking for. I read that it was very addictive and not to take it but I didn't care, I tried it and thought I was ok with it until that day I got soo scared of I will never do meth again, although after so many years quitted I still crave some...the same first high rush it gave me, that first time. One day after all this I went to another friend, a girl very very naughty style, and she hooked some meth, and I took it, it was a Wednesday, the middle of the week, and I was binging soo high by night time I was all spun just thinking how will I manage to go to work next day and then this crazy idea came to me.
One day, (before doing meth, just a normal day) during my bus ride from the city back home I found a box of medicine under the front seat of me, first I thought it was empty, but with the movement of the bus I could hear that there was something inside, so I picked it up and opened it, I found 5 of 10 capsules of TEMAZEPAN, a very potent antidepressant derivate from DIAZEPAM, I read the "manual" of it and kept it home, some crazy shit medicine for more crazy people that take it.
That's the crazy idea I got, take that Wednesday that Temazepam shit to cut the meth effect, but from what I read it was very very powerful so I took just a 4th of it, it was liquid so I diluted it with some water and drank... I lay across my bed, with my head and upper body resting on the wall....to my astonishing next morning...8 hours later ... I found myself awakening from the same position I slept...I was so scared at the mix I did with my body I thought if I would have taken the whole pill I think I would have passed out to death... I really don't know what could have happen, but I better stayed away and I m still happy to have taken only the 4th part of that pill... I still keep the pills in my drawer, but I really show big respect to them.
The only thing that helped me to quit meth is to leave Germany. Without knowing I was playing with the devil and he was involving me more and more every time in his game without me knowing about it. I thought I had the control. My time over there was over in November 2002 and I flew back to my family and friends in Mexico. Because all friends only do weed and rarely X I kept with mi weed habit until today, and try and manage to stay away from meth, although I still have some cravings from that first big big high I got...it was amazing...I never felt something like that...never again even taking more...stay away from that shit.. after that trip I returned to Germany in 2004 and 2005 to my surprise that the people I had to do that time where in jail, or very very hooked up in that shit, I also saw one guy and he was so different, so skinny bad looking and bad smelling. Also one girl I knew, I heard she went to Hamburg to the Reerperbahn which is like in Amsterdam this red light district street where all the hookers wait for the next customer...I remember her as a pretty girl.. by now she is a meth prostitute in Hamburg...and for what I think and seen she will be looking like shit and she will never get away from it, I think she doesn't remember me.
Stay away, say no, or earn a flight to some place u can't get more meth, or die with it.
I hope this story is an example for you. Don't mess with meth, it will mess u until death.
Regards to everyone
Ricardo S
Mexico City
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