Meeting others
Meeting other addicts can be scary, exciting, confusing, arousing, and occasionally dangerous but thats part of the fun. When i was 19 i moved to san francisco with some friends and my girlfriend at the time. I had been doing meth, weed and coke for a few years pretty regularly. I had avoided trouble by some miracle but I was very determined to change that as soon as possible. My first real interaction with someone dangerous when high turned out to be my new neighbor. He was a large hispanic man whose name I can no longer remember but may be raul, manuel, rodrigo or Jeff. When we first met he was somewhat sober so he seemed pretty normal. I knocked at his door a few days later to borrow something and was greeted with the PCP version of him. Before I could say anything he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside. He asked who I was and before I could remind him he waved the question aside as if it really just didnt fucking matter. A few minutes later he remembered. Forgetting why I was over there I started to ask him about himself (big mistake) . By question number 2 I had alerted him to the idea that I was clearly working for the FBI, CIA or deep undercover as a chubby dildo who should have gone to the neighbor on the other side. He once again grabbed me by the collar and hulkamania style ripped my shirt in half! My first concern was of course that someone would see my bitch tits but after that panic subsided I realized I might be in trouble. He started yelling and searching for a wire. I hoped he would stop at the shirt but that might leave me with just a little too much dignity. Within minutes he had stripped me down to my boxers. He suddenly ran to the bathroom. When he came out he was completely naked. He said he believed me and he was sorry. I asked if he was okay and he replied that he was “horny as fuck”. That was when the night took a strange turn. He busted out a pile of meth and lined me up as many rails as i could take. By that point I had completely forgiven him and was enjoying the lack of clothing. He turned to me and said i could prove I wasnt a cop if I wanted to. I asked how and he said “just lemme suck your dick”. Now, I identify as a straight male but when im high on meth one mouth is as good as any soooo I agreed. He then proceeded to give me the roughest bj of my life. He stopped suddenly without a big finish and said that I should go before I get fucked. I had no interest in getting fucked so I dressed as quickly as I could and walked out. He slapped my ass and said “bye baby”
2 days later he was shot and killed by the police. He was high and naked in the middle of the street with a knife running at people and generally acting crazy as fuck. They tazed him first but when he lunged at them they said they had no choice. My girlfriend said she saw the whole thing and right in the middle of his crazy ranting and raving he stopped, looked at her and said “oh hey baby”.
