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Love the Friends, Not the Drug!

Friends who spend all day and night and day after, awake, frantically working at a pace that no one shy of emergency response could manage, only to sleep for two days straight sound? What drug is that?

Heavy sweats, complete lack of knowledge of the time line, constant confusion, paranoia, doubting friends, fearing every car that drives by is watching? Sound like crystal?

How about inviting company for a 4 p.m. holiday dinner and having nothing prepared? The guests who have skipped lunch devour the bowl of nuts and at 8 p.m. when a meal is served, the hosts aren't hungry? What drug is that?

Itchy, twitchy, scratchy…..and the crash? Wailing in agony, heart-wrenching sops spilling over emotional turmoil. We're talking deep, deep down. A couple days later everything's all peachy again and we're on a roll. Could all of this be the way a person is who's been off the drug for some time? I don't think so, but that's what I'm told. We don't do it any more. Cause its bad when friends who aren't doing it are questioning use.

There's a difference between use and the drug having a strong hold. My problem with crystal is that I don't see the drug ingested (or injected), I only see the effect. Is it psychotic behaviour, or is it crystal? Did I mention the fear of loving someone who is so far out at times, it seems that suicide is likely? There is no even keel, no keel on that boat at all.

The speed I used to do on occasion was nothing like this.

- Nancy Irwin (aka Naughty Nancy)