Now what?

Now that i'm free of him, what to do with the Blog? There's definitely a need for information and support for people who live with Meth addicts. We are the friends, family, lovers, and extended community members who are getting the "short end of the pipe", so to speak. As far as my own personal usage, he's really muddied that for me. I can't shake the association of meth with him [Beatlejuice] In the coming months, since I don't have to rant about W.'s [Beatlejuice's] freakish ongoings, I'll have the opportunity to direct traffic to the site and have it serve the needs of the affected. See ya soon.

Beatlejuice paid the rent...

Talked to [The Landlady] on the phone. Asshole paid the rent. SHE actually messed up the eviction by cashing the check [she regrets that mistake!]. She said he changed the locks immediately after I moved out [smart move paranoid dipshit!]. She said he has changed the locks so many times she can’t even remember how many [and that he is NOT supposed to be doing that type of thing, it’s a breach of his lease].

I also told her he was a meth addict. She was like, “Oh, I know that.” Lol. She was like “just talk to him one time on the phone and you’ll know.” We shared a laugh. He's always the first to think that no one can tell. She was like, “my parents are older and were like ‘something’s wrong with him’” but were too old to have a clue. I mentioned that she should not bring it up since he could use that as a disability in SF and he would not be able to be evicted. Luckily, he’s such a narcissistic ass that he would never use the “addict” route to keep the apartment. She also thanked me for being so respectful and communicating with her. She’s hella nice… what a jerk he is. He told her it was HER fault!

From now on, he has to send her a cashier’s check [no personal checks EVER!] by the 5^th or the eviction proceedings will start again. What a fucking FREAK!!!!

I bet his “smart” friend K. gave him the money. Idiot. Stupid white people with money are fairly unstoppable. He'll never see that money again. Who's gonna hire that speedfreak?

Whatever, I’m FREEEEEEEEEE! Lol. Fierce.

"The Dark Crystal"

Thought Heroin Was Bad? Well, There's A New Demon In Town, And It's Caught Everyone By Surprise

Crystal Meth Produces Schizophrenia-Like Symptoms

Jake remembers the first time he saw the army people. High on crystal meth, he was well into his third day without sleep. Along with the boundless energy and heightened sense of alertness came the mind-bending hallucinations.

"One day I was so delusional... There were these trees on top of this overpass, and they looked like army people, dressed up with guns, marching down," the 19-year-old says between faint smiles and sips of strong coffee. "It was in the middle of the day, and I asked this truck driver, 'What's with all those army people?' He just looked at me. He was, like, 'What?' It was actually fun for me. I enjoyed the hallucinations."

But Jake started to notice that those visions kept happening even when he wasn't using meth, aka speed, glass, jib, crank, shards, and peanut butter. That's when he started getting scared.

"When the symptoms don't go away after you do it, it's no fun. That's when you know you're kinda hooped."

Jake is sitting in a hotel coffee shop in Tsawwassen on a deadly hot summer morning. He's just called local psychiatrist Bill MacEwan, asking for a refill of his antipsychotic and antidepressant medication. He'll take anything to counter the paranoia and delusions that continue to poison his thinking. Jake wasn't always so anxious. But that was years ago, before he started using crystal meth.

The soft-spoken youth started using cocaine when he was 13. He switched to meth at 16, looking for something more powerful, a high that would enable him to stay up for parties that lasted days. That's one of meth's draws: you don't sleep. Then there's the hallucinatory effect. Jake would think a group of people was standing in front of him. He'd walk up to them, only to see the figures dissolve before his eyes into the bushes they really were.

Wearing a baseball cap, baggy pants, and loose shirt, Jake shifts his tired chestnut eyes away when he talks about his methamphetamine addiction. He doesn't want his name printed, although his parents and friends are well aware of the dark place he's in.

"The paranoia kicked in," Jake says. "I'd be so lonely and paranoid. It was a horrible feeling....I'd be looking out my window every five minutes to see if someone was out there. The trees I had always seen looked like people. I was so freaked out one night; I swear to God there were people out there. I hopped out my window in my boxer shorts looking for these people. I couldn't find them, so I got dressed and walked around the block looking for people in bushes. Thank God my parents caught on."

Meth is an extremely dangerous drug. It's cheap, highly addictive, easily accessible, and can be made at home, providing you have toxic chemicals like Drano and battery acid on hand. It can cause structural changes to the brain and induce psychotic symptoms that resemble those of schizophrenia: paranoia, disorganized thinking, delusions, and impaired memory. In some people, those effects will never go away, even long after they stop using.

It's also Vancouver's new demon.

The city's problem is so extreme that last November, on their own initiative, about 120 people from a vast range of professions and interests formed a group called the Methamphetamine Response Committee. It consists of psychiatrists, doctors, nurses, social workers, cops, and bureaucrats. There are representatives from high schools, custody centres, and safe homes, and users themselves. They all say meth use in town has risen dramatically over the last two years. And they're worried.

If the very existence of MARC doesn't speak to the urgency of Vancouver's problem, perhaps Steven Smith does. He's program coordinator of Dusk to Dawn, the street-youth resource centre run by Family Services of Greater Vancouver. It's located in a rundown building at the back of St. Paul's Hospital and offers food, showers, and lockers for kids under 22. Teens can't use drugs in the centre, but they're not turned away if they're high.

"Every single social-services agency has had to sit down in the last year and say, 'Meth has affected us. We have to talk about this,'" Smith explains in his office. "Everyone's on a fast-track learning curve. There's not a whole lot of information out there. There's no denying there's a meth epidemic, and we don't have the resources to address it. I think it caught everyone by surprise."

Meth came to prominence during the Second World War, when Japan, Germany, and the United States gave the drug to military personnel to increase endurance. Later, doctors prescribed it to treat depression, obesity, and heroin addiction. Illicit laboratories emerged in San Francisco in the 1960s, and from there it spread up and down the Pacific Coast. In the '80s came a new method of the drug's production, which led to crystal meth, a crystallized, smokable, and even more potent form of MA. Now, no city or town seems free of meth's tentacles. News stories are emerging about the drug's prevalence in places like Smoky Lake, Alberta; New York City; and the state of Hawaii.

According to the World Health Organization, methamphetamine is the most widely used illicit drug in the world after cannabis.

On local turf, there are countless youths who hang out downtown, like Jake used to, and spend as little as $5 for a high whose effects can last days. The Granville-Davie corridor is notorious for meth. It's the drug of choice for street kids: because it keeps users awake, they can guard their stuff at night; the drug also saps their desire to eat, which is convenient for those with no cash for food.

Although it may have gained popularity at raves, meth has moved well beyond that culture. This doesn't mean ravers aren't still using it--they might just not know it. Analysis by the RCMP's Vancouver-based drug-awareness program shows that almost 60 percent of ecstasylike pills seized locally contain meth. The tablets, a random and dizzying concoction of chemicals, often contain such additional ingredients as cocaine, ephedrine, pseudoephedrine, and ketamine, an anaesthetic used on animals [Oh my god... I've had all of those before, lol. Funtimes, funtimes...].

According to the Pacific Community Resources Society's 2002 "Lower Mainland Drug Use Survey", which interviewed about 2,000 youth aged 12 to 24, 19 percent had tried meth and nearly eight percent had used it within the past 30 days. The average age of first use was 14.5, and 45 percent of respondents said they could obtain the drug within 24 hours. Family Services of Greater Vancouver reported that in a six-month period in 2001, 14 to 34 youths sought detox for crystal meth. A year later, that figure jumped to 32 to 59 for the same period.

MARC members note that some adolescent girls are taking meth to lose weight, ending up not just skinny but skeletal. It's increasingly popular among the gay/bisexual/lesbian/transgendered community, and even with so-called soccer moms, some of whom take it to keep up with the demands of working and parenting. There are also stories of everyone from lawyers to software developers to longshoremen using meth.

A SYNTHETIC CENTRAL-nervous-system stimulant, meth increases stimulation of the dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine receptors in the brain. It can be swallowed, smoked, injected, or snorted. It provides a sense of focus and euphoria. Meth can cause hallucinations like the ones Jake described; users may also hear voices telling them to harm themselves or others, or think people are following them. Coming down, users often experience an intense craving for the drug, anxiety, confusion, fatigue, headaches, and profound depression. They may be irritable, unpredictable, and suddenly violent.

"Aggression wasn't really a problem on the streets a few years ago," Smith says. "You need a whole new bag of tricks dealing with kids on crystal meth. Psychosis is one thing, but drug-induced psychosis is another."

Drug-induced psychosis is what interests Bill MacEwan. He started the Fraser Health Authority's Early Psychosis Program (www.psychosissucks.ca/) and, like so many other health professionals, has been seeing more and more kids on meth.

"I have patients who are 16 years old, in high school, who are psychotic," MacEwan says at a downtown restaurant. "They hear voices when they're partying, but those voices haven't gone away. It's very frightening, and the numbers are rapidly rising. It's not like cocaine or heroin....Methamphetamine causes symptoms that are almost exactly like [those of] schizophrenia."

What puzzles people like MacEwan is this: does crystal meth trigger psychosis in those who are already prone to mental illness (perhaps schizophrenia runs in the family), or does its use cause psychosis? It's a classic chicken-or-the-egg mystery.

A 2001 publication by the WHO, "Systematic Review of Treatment for Amphetamine-Related Disorders", found that five to 15 percent of meth users who develop a related psychosis fail to recover completely. Most users, the organization also reports, become psychotic within a week after continuous meth administration.

Making matters worse is that users who need medical help tend to fall through the cracks. "What do we do with the kid who's psychotic on the street?" asks Dr. Ian Martin, who splits his time between Vancouver Hospital, Dusk to Dawn, and Three Bridges Health Clinic. That clinic (1292 Hornby Street) is located in the heart of the Vancouver's crystal-meth central. He sees kids who snort meth, "hoop" it (insert it rectally), or "parachute" it (wrap it in a rolling paper and swallow it).

Those who have hit the bottom are often stuck there, Martin explains in a West End coffee shop. If a user in a psychotic state goes to emergency, he'll likely be sent right back out a few hours later because he's high. But most detox centres and mental-health organizations lack the resources and knowledge to handle meth-induced psychosis. In response, Martin has started giving seminars to health professionals on how to deal with users. (He also formed a crystal-meth-anonymous group, which meets every Friday at Three Bridges [604-633-4242].)

"There may be tactile hallucinations; they [users] have a sense of bugs crawling on their skin," Martin says. "They'll say, 'Look doc, it's right here,' and they're pointing to a hair on their arm, thinking it's a spider. They think they have scabies so they will pick at their skin."

Consequently, users are prone to skin infections. They're also susceptible to tooth decay. Users grind their teeth, and the drug decreases the saliva's pH level, allowing more bacteria to grow in the mouth. "I had one 21-year-old patient who had had all her teeth taken out. They were all rotten."

When the high starts to fade, the accompanying depression can be severe to the point of suicide. What also distresses Martin is that meth use significantly boosts the chances of contracting HIV, AIDS, and other sexually transmitted illnesses. The drug delays ejaculation, often leading to rougher sex as a result. (Infection spreads easily when skin is torn.) "And if someone's high, they might not engage in safe sex," Martin says.

He notes that even though the amount of anecdotal evidence related to meth is staggering, more research is needed. But getting hard facts can be tough. It's difficult to get people with an addiction and a mental illness to take medication regularly and comply with doctors' orders. "If they get better, we never see them again. If they get a lot worse, we never see them again," Martin says.

In 2002, UCLA School of Medicine neurologist Linda Chang published "Perfusion MRI and Computerized Cognitive Test Abnormalities in Abstinent Methamphetamine Users" in Psychiatry Research Neuroimaging. The study found that ex-users were up to 30 percent slower to complete tasks requiring working memory than nonusers.

"The slower reaction times on the computerized tasks...are suggestive of subclinical Parkinsonism in individuals who abused meth," Chang's study stated.

DIFFICULTY REMEMBERING things is a consequence of meth use to which 18-year-old Vancouver resident Kasper can testify. Although he quit meth more than a year ago, he says his memory is shot. He can't recall anything he learned in school.

Wearing a studded leather jacket, a ring in his nose, and black from head to toe, the burly youth looks older than his years. When he's not at his Chinatown apartment taking care of his pet rat, Shithead, he hangs around at Dusk to Dawn. He started using meth when his mom kicked him out of the house; it was the middle of winter and his brother suggested the drug to stay warm.

"It had a crab-apple taste, like crab apples right off the trees," the amiable Kasper says at the youth centre. "I liked it because of its taste. If you like it, you want to do it more and more and more. The next thing I know, I'm in Vancouver making it in my hotel."

He continued using for two or three years--he couldn't keep track of what year it was--until, after so much sleep deprivation, he hit a breaking point.

"I put an eighth of weed and a point of crystal meth on the table," he says. "I thought, 'Do I smoke this weed and get baked out of my fucking tree, or do I smoke this meth and stay up for two days and do something I think is constructive but that's just a big fucking waste of my time?' I ended up flushing the meth down the toilet and smoking myself stupid. When I see people doing meth now, I just tell them to do that.

"Getting drunk and smoking pot is a lot better than crystal meth. I've seen people make it in their bathtubs. They pour Drano, ammonia, battery acid, and all this other crap in there. You end up coughing up blood and puking blood up. I'd recommend heroin a lot more than crystal meth. And I did not enjoy heroin."

Kasper isn't exaggerating when he says crystal meth is full of crap. Mixed together, the substances can explode or give off toxic fumes that attack mucous membranes. Yet the drug isn't that hard to make. Mom-and-pop labs can be set up in high-rise apartments, storage sheds, and basements. Recipes downloaded from the Internet call for ephedrine (found in cold medication and decongestants), rubbing alcohol, methanol, lithium, and ammonia, among other ingredients. Take this excerpt from an on-line source:

"Dilute HCl--also called Muriatic acid--can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section. NaOH--also called lye--can be obtained from supermarkets in the 'drain cleaner' section....Ethyl Ether--aka Diethyl Ether--Et-O-Et--can be obtained from engine starting fluid....Desoxyephedrine--can be obtained from 'VICKS' nasal inhalers....Distilled water--it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right."

Given the prevalence of meth in Vancouver, the city is a prime spot for more research. UBC clinical psychologist Tania Lecomte is applying for funding from the Canadian Institutes of Health Research to study methamphetamine and psychosis. Her team will do magnetic-resonance-imaging scans to see if there are structural changes or neural damage in meth users' brains; it will also explore psychosocial rehabilitation.

"I worked in first-episode psychosis for a while, and I would work with clients and do diagnostic interviews," Lecomte says in a phone interview. "In a lot of cases, crystal meth is what caused them to come to the hospital. It seems to have totally changed the personality and behaviour of street youth."

The Vancouver Agreement (a partnership of the federal, provincial, and local governments to foster the city's development) has funded a small study to get input from users. Theo Rosenfeld, who runs Pala Community Development, which supports harm reduction, is conducting the review. In a phone interview, he explains he has tried meth and although he never got hooked, he can see why so many kids are.

"Given the housing options, if I didn't have a place to sleep I don't know if I could be off speed," Rosenfeld says. "It feels as if life is worth living....You're not going to give that up if you've never felt that way before."

Rosenfeld says he was surprised at MARC's efficiency during that first November meeting.

"It was the most intelligent, collaborative response to a drug issue I've ever worked in, in any city I've ever been," he remarks. "Usually these meetings are full of catcalling, booing, and hissing. People are genuinely concerned."

One of the most pressing concerns is treatment. A combination of antidepressant and antipsychotic medication seems to have promising results, but other possibilities need investigation. Then there's the lack of funding, resources, and staff, thanks largely to government cutbacks.

"If you cut off your hand, you go to the hospital and they'll fix it. I'd like to see [drug] treatment work like that," Dusk to Dawn's Steven Smith says. "Youth should be able to say, 'I need help and I need it now.'...It's a really hard drug to quit. They need a lot of support and care, and it's just not there."

There are 10 beds allocated to youth detox services in Vancouver.

SINCE NOVEMBER, MARC members have formed subcommittees that meet every two months. Jennifer Vornbrock, who's heading the group's treatment-and-prevention arm, says the next step is to see what can be done with existing resources. Because those involved recognize the seriousness of Vancouver's problem, there's no room for politics or self-interest.

"This isn't the speed your parents took," says Vornbrock, the Vancouver Coastal Health Authority's manager of youth, women's, and population health. "It's 10 percent ephedrine and 90 percent ammonia. It's not a drug you want to play around with."

Back in Tsawwassen, Jake has no shortage of tales about the damage crystal meth has done to his own life. He sold a new truck for a pitiful sum to get drug money, dropped out of school in Grade 10, and has essentially lost his youth.

"When we were kids, we used to have fun," Jake says. "Now I've lost all my friends to drugs. You can't keep friends because you're antisocial and paranoid."

Perhaps the lingering delusions are the saddest part of Jake's story. Not even 20, he can't make it through a day without antipsychotics.

"They calm me down," he says. "I thought I could detox on my own. Now it's about staying clean one day at a time. It's about staying alive."

Story by: By Gail Johnson
Reprinted with permission from the Georgia Straight newspaper

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The crackmonsters are after my sorry, homeless ass... no, bitch, it's REALITY chasing you down!

I cursed W.'s fucking ass OUT yesterday right before the concert:

He was on the balcony when Humberto and I came back to the house to smoke and get ready for the Janet concert. He's listening to country music, being a weird loser, as usual. I say, "Where about to come out and smoke." He doesn't respond. I say, "or we can just smoke in here..." I turn off the bullshit country music. He comes toward the door. I was like, "oh, are you coming in so we can smoke outside?"... He says, "How about you don't smoke at all?" I lost it. It was pretty much over.

"What do you mean, don't smoke at all. Fuck you you sorry loser I'll fucking smoke whenever I fucking want to, bitch! Pay the fucking rent you sorry leach. That's what you need to do."

"You pay the rent..." he says.

"Do you really expect me to give you the rent money so you can keep living off of me you fucking piece of trash thief. You're a leach. Pay the fucking rent, bitch!"

"You pay the rent..." he says. Moving in and trying to go around me. I stand in front of him dead set on having this conversation.

"Fuck you, you sorry motherfucker! I paid the rent directly to her [the landlord]. Why the hell would I give you a dime? I should fuck you up you sorry bitch. Pay the rent you dumbass!"

He manuevers through the living room and around me. By this point we are in the hallway near his room door that he's edging as fast as possible toward, "You think I don't know that you've been stealing from me, bitch. I don't need to pay you shit. Fuck you, asshole." My words slapping him as hard as I could make them. I wanted to jump that mother fucker SO BAD... "do somethin, just do somethin" i kept hearing over and over in my head. The whole time he's answering in the most punk bitch mumbling that is just making me angrier by the murmur.

I'm yelling so intently in his ear, wanting, waiting, asking him to just turn around and do something. Anything. I would have just laid my hands on him. I could feel myself wanting to slam him into the wall and then to the floor while I kicked and punched him into a new reality. Dumb fuck.

Pay him the rent?!?!? HAHAHAHAHA... That train has sailed bitch ass motherfucker! You won't smoke another dime of my money, you ROCKHEAD METHHEAD! You smoked the rent for June, July, and August. You need a cracksnack bitch?!?! See if you can sell yourself... oh who are we kidding? Nobody but another crackhead would want you... as we've seen over the past few months. And we all know those guys were just baggy chasers and had to be high to fuck yo nasty ass anyway... or at least that's what they told me.

Reminds me of that time Philip kissed him right after he had just finished sucking my dick. Taste the rainbow, bitch.

I hate this bastard. We should not interact much more. I have a short while. He should tread lightly. I still can't believe he's acting like i'm impeding on HIS life when he's been living off of me for the past 3 months!!! He didn't have the decency to let me know that we were being evicted. For that ALONE, he deserves my foot in his ass. How dare you endanger my living experience and THEN refuse to informed me that at any point... the police could come in here and tell us to haul our shit out in garbage bags. You are a hot fucking mess who deserves to get his ass kicked but i'm trying to just get out of here before I do that for you.

Put the pipe down long enough to understand that you are the freakshow in this situation. You are the crystal meth addict. You are the one who is causing all of this. By being a narcissistic asshole, you turned your back on all your friends. The only people who ever cared about you. You did it in the most assholeish way possible. I tried for two solid weeks to continue to care about your well-being. You, for two weeks, took every opportunity to throw that away. No problem. The way I see it, you earned my discontent with you. You asked for me to hate you. Done. You've done everything to make me feel uncomfortable in the space that ONLY I AM CURRENTLY PAYING FOR. THE LANDLORD HATES YOU [she actually told me that! no shit!] AND YOU ARE LIVING IN A FANTASY a FUCKING DREAMWORLD!

I WOULD NOT MIND BEING AROUND [AFTER I MOVE] THE DAY YOU GET HAULED OUT OF HERE.

Then will you realize that... dur... maybe my friends of over 5 years may have been right all along.

You don't need help with your fucking DRUG ISSUES but moreso with your self destructive personality. I do my dirt and I do my drugs... but you, you sorry son of a bitch, you have taken it to a whole nutha level. You make me want to use! Fuck, lol. Then I look at you and I never want to use again. It's been weeks, at least. I wonder if it's even been hours for you? I doubt it. You like to keep the windows and doors open so i don't smell the CRYSTAL METH SMOKE coming out of your room? Bullshit you sorry bitch. i smell it and i KNOW you smell it.

Stay away from me, dumbass. Pay YOU rent??!?! really?

Run, hide, don't forget you lied...

So, what's with this freak? He's running from me. Officially. He's darting from room to room and acting like he's normal, which only makes him seem nutz. This weekend I'm not hanging out in this room, and I was about to say, I wanted to invite people over. Fuck that. There's so much to do in SF I can chill in any park or at a friend's or clean my fucking car or whatever, right? It would be nice to feel comfortable in my own house. Soon. Looking forward to the new situation. I guess it's my own paranoia that W. would actually have found out about the blog dedicated to his mess. Not that I give a FUCK what he thinks. It's more about what he would know. I don't want him to know anything about the new situation.

The other day I was thinking that, "damn, we were friends like 2 months ago!" Now, not so much. We're both thinking, "I can't believe YOUR ACTING like this!" He is still giving me the silent treatment. I think he pretends to be on the phone and look busy. Who wants to talk to that stuttering tweaker at 8 in the morning.

"I party, I play but that jerk can kiss my ass anyway". The harder he tries to pretend he's not using, i'm just not buying it. He's a freakshow, narcissistic, paranoid, socio-pathological, lying, selfish, thieving, piece of trash. Fuck you, W. Fuck you. I want to tell you directly. HOWEVER, I want you to ask me for the rent first. I don't want to engage and endanger the possiblity of us having that conversation. You're a fucking jerk.

If he says anything to me while i'm moving, I'm going the fuck off:

"How dare you steal from me and then fix your lips to ask me for more money. I should fuck you up for what you've done so far. You need lunch money, mutherfucker? YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK FOR NUTRIENTS. You have endangered my living space, refused to communicate because you didn't want me to know that you were FUCKING BROKE. Bitch, I already knew that! You buy food, drink, and live life off of MY MONEY?!?!? THEN, you make me feel uncomfortable in the space I'm PAYING to live in. For all these things you are SO FUCKING LUCKY I have not laid hands on you. God know's I think about it daily. REALLY.. DAILY. Everytime i see your ugly, twisted, contorted face, you stupid fuck I want to put my fist through your face. I know the feeling is mutual, that's what makes it so volatile between us. For weeks i've been wanting you to just JUMP lil froggy. I want to break your fucking nose you stupid FUCK. I hate you and everything you've done. I loved the person you WERE before you became 'W. The Methhead version of my former friend' Don't say another fucking word to me in life, bitch. When you see me in public, leave. When you walk by me in the street, divert your eyes. Any other reaction will not end well for you. Know that every word I say to you is true. I will put my foot all the way in your ass."

Traffic Stop in Hayward Leads to Dismantling of Meth Lab and Multiple Arrests

Not saying that I support or defend this but an interesting story nonetheless...


Posted: Sep 8, 2008 11:42 AM
HAYWARD (BCN) -- A traffic stop in Hayward Sunday morning led to the dismantling of
a small methamphetamine lab, the recovery of two improvised explosive devices
and seven arrests, a police lieutenant said today.

Officers pulled over a vehicle at Wauchula Way and Sleepy Hollow
Avenue shortly after 10:30 a.m. Sunday.

The encounter led authorities to a home in a residential area on
the west side of Hayward, but Lt. Bernie Licata said police are not releasing
details of the traffic stop because it would compromise the investigation.

Officers who responded to the home in the 27600 block of Barcelona
Avenue smelled a chemical odor.

Licata said a state Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement clandestine
lab team responded to the home to dismantle the lab, and the Police
Department's street narcotics team executed a search warrant.

Officers found two homemade explosive devices, Licata said.

An Alameda County Sheriff's Office bomb squad was called out to
the home to dispose of the devices. The Hayward Fire Department also
responded to ensure neighbors' safety.

Licata said seven people were arrested, including four Hayward
men, one Hayward woman, one San Lorenzo man and one Newark woman.

The suspects were arrested on suspicion of being under the
influence of a controlled substance, Licata said. The investigation is
ongoing.

(Copyright 2008, KRON 4, All rights reserved.)

Clouding judgment -The Meth Menace

Mark, who spoke on condition that his last name be withheld, says that scars from the '80s, when AIDS swept through his peer group, are still reminders of the casualties of that era.

"In 1984, it was like a light went out in the world...," the 44-year-old real estate portfolio manager says. "It was 10 or 11 years of just total darkness, and all of this self-loathing and feeling like somehow, this was a universal punishment on people with gender-specific sexual orientation."

With the advent of protease inhibitors, the cocktail of drugs that slow AIDS infection, the panic surrounding AIDS has been somewhat quelled.

"The way that pharmaceutical companies have marketed the medication in the gay media gives the impression that the virus isn't that bad," Signey says, referring to ads of healthy, athletic men. "In the meantime, it has made it seem like something you can take a pill for, but this is not something that a pill makes disappear. The life these people lead while on medications is really difficult. These are not easy drugs to tolerate."

Plus, they require 95 percent adherence, something that doctors say is almost impossible when using crystal meth. Missing pills can cause the virus to mutate, increasing the danger that patients will become resistant to their medications.

"A high percentage (of patients) are not adhering," Kuhn says. "Among heroin addicts, I have found the adherence factor to be much better than with crystal meth. With crystal meth, they go on a run, and it's rare that they take their medications faithfully."

Paul Duncan, 51, who used meth on and off for about 20 years, lost all sense of time.

"When I'm high, the last thing I'm thinking about is taking my meds," he says. "You're just not focused on anything. Your mind is racing. Your heart is pounding. You're just looking for that party."

Elizabeth Eastlund, substance abuser mental health coordinator at CARE, says that about 30 percent of patients she sees use meth for reasons aside from sex. Some, she says, rely on it to cope with side effects from AIDS medications, such as fatigue and depression.

"I think people are also just tired," she says. "We're kind of coming from the perspective of working with people who are already positive and have spent years and years practicing safe sex. They just get tired, tired of thinking about it each and every day."

Speed same in '69 as in '09... Where's my IPOD?!?!

Do you feel the need for SPEED?

"Propaganda film from Lockheed Aircraft Corp. in '69. It normally played at a even tempo, but i fiddled with the timing controls a wee bit so that it would more accuaretly reflect the ups and downs that are typical of actual drug use..."
-From the original youtube.com poster "Monjott"



WAIT A MINUTE... Where's my IPOD?!?!

Working, working, working!

Working, working, working, working all day long...
Working, working, working, boy this guy is gone!



And we're building, and we're building.... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Tweaking at it's mediocre worst. Yeah, it gets worse than this.

OMG... Is MY roommate this guy's OLD roommate?

Sounds WAY too familiar...

The Rent[?]

So... today's the 6th. I usually pay on the fifth, since that's when I get paid. However, after he's taken the rent money for the last three months and lived off it [i.e. smoked it], he's not getting a dime for this month. I'm outta here anyway. He hasn't had the balls to ask yet. Maybe he knows better. We shall soon see.

I want him to ask me for the rent so that i can tell him how much of a cracked out parasite I think he is. Using the money i give him for rent to LIVE OFF OF?!?!?! Oh hell naw. If he needs to eat to survive, he can SUCK MY DICK FOR NUTRIENTS. Nevermind, he'd probably like that. I'll just tell him that instead of giving it to a thief like him, i gave it directly to the realty agency. Why would I give him a damn dime? He's done nothing but try to make me feel uncomfortable in my own shit for the last two months. I can't wait to get out of here soon.

If he changes the locks, it's over. Curtains, bitch. Besides the fact that it's illegal, I'll kick his fucking ass. That's real. He's been stealing from me for months, endangering my living space, refusing to communicate valuable information that would make this situation livable. Methed out mess. Fucking jerk. Changing jobs has been great but nutz. Moving is never in the equation but at least the new guys are cool. Just have to make sure I have cash for movers and shit. I still can't help but remember that all of this confusion spirals from one specific source: HIS FUCKING CRYSTAL METH USAGE.

I don't care if people get high. People shouldn't care if I get high... UNLESS:

I disown all of my friends because they want me to stop being a crack head. He chose rocks over us. Das Coool.

I smoke the rent money act like an asshole about living with the person I'm STEALING from. [Middle of the street intervention!!!]

I can't get a job because i'm too much of a narcissistic, conceited asshole to realize my life is spiraling out of control.

I start to blame everyone ELSE for the mess my life has become.

I walk around wearing button downs and sweaters as if I was normal but instead I come off like the spawn of Hannibal Lechter and The Guy from Psycho. oh yeah, Anthony Perkins.

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If we get kicked out before the 17th... das his ass, bitches. Middle of the street intervention in progress.

Smoked up the money... Urban Dictionary

1. My roomie smoked up the rent money

its when you or your "friend" spends all the rent money on crystal meth (or any other drugs)
last night my roommate smoked up the rent money so now i cant even leave the house!
hood slang, getting high, crack, drugs, cocaine, crystal meth
by Dwight Taylor Jan 2, 2007 email it

He smoked the rent! He ACTUALLY smoked the RENT!

We were served papers today... or He was served papers. The guy buzzed buzzed buzzed and I thought is was either a hungry methed out trick OR something more official. The guy asked, in an official voice, for a "W_____ _____". It was hella early and i was still half asleep, it was afterall, a san francisco saturday morning, preceded by a san francisco friday night. I 'm here to serve papers to W____ _____ and to "any and everybody" that lives here. I was like, fuck... Here we go.

The white haired guy kept it official, aka disconnected and not so personal. I asked what it was for and signed for it. He needed to come up and check to see if W____ was here. I banged on His bedroom door but could not tell if he was here. The guy said he had to tape a copy to the door. How fucking hood is that shit, right? I was like, go for it. I even helped hold it while he taped. This only affects me in terms of the physical eviction. He's the only freak on the lease.

The Tea:

I called the Landlord myself... someone I've never spoken to before today. She didn't even know my name.

He has written 8 bad checks, all of which were eventually paid, to the landlord. That's where he tore his drawls with her. She was like, what a jerk. I love it.

HOWEVER, He wrote another bad check in June. He then wrote a bad check in July for the amount of the june and july rent. We still don't know whether the check for August is good or not.

THE CRACKED OUT PARASITE IS LIVING OFF OF ME AND BEING A BITCH ABOUT IT.

My friends say he needs a "back alley intervention". I'm too disgusted to look at him. He never even mentioned anything to me. This was all news to me! I have paid rent to him every single month! he's been living off of me. smoking my money.

He actually smoked the rent.

I don't know what will come of this. What I do know:
-We are being evicted
-it is happening "soon"
-I should not keep valuables in the apartment.

What a methy-mess.

Spongebob Hemppants - The Crystal Meth Episode

Failure to Appear in Superior Court? Say what???

So it seems the SF Superior Court sent W. a letter with FAILURE TO APPEAR visible through the back side of the envelope...when you stare really hard in good light. i'm just sayin. shoot... I damn sure didn't open it. That would be stupid. I'll be sure to mention that on Monday when I drop off my Civil Harassment Order Request.

I gotz to getz outta here, right? The day I move out, I don't think i'll care anymore. ARGH. lol. it's pretty ridiculous to me at this point... right. I know what you're thinking, it's been ridiculous since day one. Yeah, well... i guess you're right.

"I don't fight, I don't argue...

I'll hit that bitch with a bottle."

Distorted Reality

I love a good homemade PSA. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance... or not.

OK... it's not this extreme. Give us some reality tv.

The National Drug agencies ALWAYS overshoot and create the most extreme versions of every drug scenario. And then they wonder why people laugh at them.

This gurl is goin THRU it honey....



Poor dear. lol.

I hate scare tactics for drug education... but this is funny.

Just couldn't resist...

CRYSTAL METH BUNNY
THIS IS THE ADVENTURE OF A BUNNY ON CRYSTAL METH. NOT REALLY. BUT IT'S FUNNY.

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

Funny Crystal Meth Video | Educational Video

Do Crystal Meth Instead of Drinking Coffee or Energy Drinks! This is pretty much how my roommate started to associate speed usage with everyday life. Don't lie to yourselves and party responsibly kids. Enjoy the sunny side of meth...

I give in... to love. lol. Get me outta here.

Craigslist.com posting half jest... half real... desperate times, folks, desperate times...

$9001200 Jesus, I give in... ready to commit in order to slit the RENT! M4M (The Mission is hella cool.)

Reply to: hous-797616188@craigslist.org

Date: 2008-08-15, 3:37AM PDT


I've been running from commitment for 11 years now. My roommate is a crazy meth addict and I'm tryin to get the fuck OUTTAHERE, lol. Looking to split the rent with a sexy dude [notice I didn't say attractive, sexy over attractive any day] in the Mission District.

Let's get a nice place, a ONE BEDROOM, at a cost of about 1800-2400, with a fireplace and hardwood floors, shit. We could fuck each other, we could fuck other people... I'm a great cook and 420 is a luxury we can afford in SF. Nice. Let's twist one, turn the music up, cook, and end the night with a bottle of wine. The secret to our love affair, a sofa bed. If we want to trick or want to sleep alone for a night or three. No sweat, no foul, there's always two beds.

I'm a handsome, 29 year old SF resident, who's been here for 6 years. Moved here for graduate school and I will be studying for the GMAT over the next few months, but I have headphones so it won't be like a library. I got the first Master's Degree and will be working on an MBA in Fall 09. I'm not rich, yet, so that's why I'm interested in an agreement that can be both friendly and financially beneficial for both of us.


We would DEFINITELY have separate lives but COMMUNICATE often and simply to maintain a chill space. I'm chemical friendly but JESUS, know your limits people...lol. We could grab dinner every now and then, go dutch or not, whatever we want. I like most ethnic foods. Spicy and sweet to tangy and tart. Mixology is a word... mmmm drinks.

How is this different from a boyfriend or a regular roommate? We wouldn't be either but it would seem like a little bit of both. We would focus on fulfilling our own individual needs but fill each others wants and desires as well.

I've already had the dorm-flop house situation. Let's get some comfortable but nice furniture that we didn't find on craigslist or at ikea [OK...some Ikea is cool].

Looking for a junior exec type or a blue collar type that can pay HIS own bills. Ambition is the sexiest characteristic a man can have. I'm sexually versatile and into interesting threesomes and such. Kinda vanilla in that, you can't pee on me [ok...maybe on thursdays. not really.]

Really, you will be unique so alot of description is a waste. The person who would answer this ad would be interesting, kinda nutz, and probably alot of fun. Looking for a one year lease, and that's definitely just on the apartment, not on me or you.

Cmon... if you think this is funny, that's cool. Hit Best of Craigslist for me.

Serious Inquiries Only. This could be fun.

Civil Harassment Orders

Civil Harassment Orders
Issued at Superior Court @ 400 McAllister. These are for relationships such as roommates, neighbors, co-workers, etc. OR for situations that do not involve violence or threats of violence. The order can be issued for up to three (3) years. There is a $196.00 filing fee. You may qualify for a fee waiver if you are alleging violence/threats of violence or if you qualify for low-income status.

I call it the "Leave me the fuck alone before I hurt you" Orders.

It's like five different forms. I'm trying to bounce soon, kids. I woke up this morning and this jobless ass-hole is in the bathroom during the same time I've gotten ready for work the entire time i've lived there, 9 months. Somebody needs to talk to this dude. I'm done talking. His tweaker eyes are gonna POP OUT when SFPD comes-a-knockin. Fuck this hoe.

Moving was not something that i had planned for this month or next month for that matter. I am already out of the house as much as I can. I don't cook there, hang out there, or anything else.

I know you're thinking, "fuck that, you pay rent... $900 in rent. I'd be comfortable in my own house...shoooot." At least that would be what i'd tell myself if I did have the unique opportunity to experience it first hand. I could "MAKE" myself comfortable but he wouldn't like that much. As much as I want to lay hands on him [a spiritual reference] over and over again, that would not benefit me in any way. I'm almost thirty, it's not attractive. It's funny, he's doing these little queeny things and expecting a tit for tat response. I just want to put my fist through his face ovah, and ovah, and ovah. Every been afraid to be be around someone because they might say or do something that will make you fly off the deep end and beat that ass. This is one of those experiences.

In the end, California always makes a way to keep you outta jail.

Thanks for the comments.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Many of us in the city parTy. Straight, gay, male, female, tranny and the like. I am believe in live and let live. I've been chemically friendly, and I won't say i'll never get friendly again. His usage is nothing new either. His depth is the new part. It's like he decided one day that partying wasn't enough. it needed to become a daily act. It's like he has dunked his head in the bowl with tina. He's not bobbin, for apples people. He's bobbin for rocks.

Crystal Meth: The Facts

Crystal meth first soared in popularity in the 1960’s, valued for its intense, powerful and addictive high. Its popularity continued for two decades until cocaine became more popular in the 1980’s, virtually erasing crystal meth from the drug scene completely. Now, crystal meth is back with a vengeance.

The following information lists some facts about the drug:

• Crystal meth sent 138,950 Americans to the emergency room in 2005.
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• About $100 worth of household materials will create about $1,000 worth of methamphetamine.
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Dumb ass bitch.

He makes me wanna put my foot in his ass. that greasy, twisted face of his, bloated and flushed from the meth. I hate him. I do not appreciate coming home to a long day at work to a note about two fucking blankets that HIS friend left in my room months ago. He left me one this morning. I DO NOT ACCEPT NOTES FROM THE LAME BITCH WITH WHOM I LIVE. he's a punk bitch. You don't speak to me bitch. You can't say words If he has been in my room I may fuck him up! I have got to get the fuck out of here. not because he bothers me. it's not JUST that... it's because i want to FUCK HIM UP!!!

I would just move but who has the immediate cash for that in THIS town. I actually thought about moving home... then I hit the trees and that thought floated away. I have these visions of me with my knee in his fucking throat just pounding his face in. I should call the fucking police on his cracked out ass. I just need to focus on not choking him to death. I should not have to pay his ass a dime. I'm not paying him rent... aha.... it hit me in a flash.... you want me out, tweaker? No problem... for me.

Oh W

The strangest place on earth

Living with W. has become a daily chore and that needs to change. it starts with simple exchanges. I was raised correctly, so, no matter what, I will speak and say hello to someone when I enter the room. He will ignore. I then, being the southern gentleman that I am, want to put my fooooot up his tweaker ass. He shuffles around in a constant state of pisstocity "wanting to now live alone". He's even blaming me for his last roommate moved out.

NEWSFLASH: According to the emails and texts his last roommate left, he moved out because of your fucking drug problem... not because i had crashed on the couch for a week back when we were friends. Gimme a break.

I can't believe that narcissist has actually convinced himself that he's a victim in this situation. My friend and I who confronted him and are mean and bitter. I think he actually used the word "meanie".

The only reason we were having a conversation to begin the morning was because he did not respond to my hello. A hello i reserve for the likes of homeless people, the pope, muggers, rapists or anyone else who passes by me! He said nothing, didn't look over, and pretended to read something he scurried out of his room as he went into the restroom without a second thought. "I will not be ignoooored, Dan! er um W..." <-- from Glen Close in Fatal Attraction. lol. Fuck that dude. He's a punk bitch, and I'll remind him of it as much as he needs.

I called him back into the living room after he finished his crackshit, TMI...i know.

J W [why i'm still protecting this sorry SOB's identity, i do not know],



I think he's more dedicated to this not because he's lived here so long but because he is tweaking and has no job and has nothing but time. I on the other hand, have a few new obligations... a new job, a new part time contracting position, and I'm on track toward studying for the GMAT. I don't have much energy left for him AND why should I dedicate my time to him. I should dedicate my time to me. Fuck W. and his drug problem.

The Introduction

Meet W.... he's a methy-mess. He loves the gay crack a little too much. English may be his second language but give her a minute with a chrystal meth pipe/bong/line and her primary language sounds more like a duck on fire [quaaaak quaaak blaaakk blick Bllllllaaaaak]. We've been friends for about five years now and this is it. I'm done. He's done. He's actually OVER done but I'll get to that in a second.

I hate her [him, we're gay and sometimes we call each other... use the feminine pronouns to...oh, read a pamphlet or something] at this moment. I hate that I hate her actually. She is fucking disgusting to me right now. But then there are those moments when I wish i would wake up and my friend would still be there. I cringe at the fact that it looks like that will never be true again... W. as my friend is becoming a distant memory with each day that passes this week. Now, we're adversarial roommates at bes and that all developed in a matter of days or hours even. OK... so that's just selfish. So far, I'm venting, but i'm not explaining. In SF, lots of boys party and that party exists on multiple levels. Before we start on levels, the golden party rule:

If you snort Tina, you're gonna dance all night... start smoking Tina, you're Tina's bitch. She's a mean mistress, and she might take you for everything.

Crystal, Tina, Methany, Meth, The Mean Girl, The Evil One, That Hateful Bitch, T, Tea, Crissy, Xtina, That Bitch... she goes by many names.

Level I The Social Intro
This is the first bump or two, or for some who start at the intermediate level, their first hit on the crystal meth pipe. [I've got too much to say to explain the basics so check out tweaker.org if you get lost ;-)~ ] This can be from a friend, a trick, a family member, a neighbor... the boys have more access to meth than to coke if you ask me.

Level II The Session
This is all about length of experience. It is quite often sexual in this city. You bring a boy home, you're already high or drunk or thinking about becoming one, the other, or both. It is combined with sex or dancing or hanging out with a group [notice the sexual to platonic environments] or a combination of many things that add up to an extended experience. Holiday weekends, extra sexy boys with baggies, and pure desire have been my favorite reasons to party in the past. [I'll touch on that in a completely separate blog]. This is quite often combined with long HOT sex sessions that introduce ya to how deliciously primal meth sex can truly be. no shit. lol.

Level III The Habit
This is where people get lost. It's best described by excuses or reasons that excuse the usage over I and II. I only party on the weekends [There are 52 weekends in a year] or I only party on special occasions [Defining special changes over time]. it's mainly combining an activity and usage. Party and Play is probably the most famous. Lending it's name to the pervasive Peter Pan Syndrome [I don't wanna grow up!] that many gay guys in SF suffer from...me included. It's simple, you party [use] and then you play [sex with other users]. Tweaker sex can last for hours, is characterized by intensity, and is the leading behavioral link to HIV in SF among gay men. We like to Party N Play or PNP. Guys put it in their profiles and ask it in cute ways like, "hey, do you parTy"? it's reminiscent of the "cuten-ing" of other serious issues like HIV... are you "pos"?

Level IV The Lost Ones
Think of being lost in a thought. Disconnected from everything but claiming to be in tune. Creating your own reality from a retarding combination of sleep, nutrient, and social deprivation. You simply fill in the blanks with paranoia, over-sexed behavior, and more meth. This is the bitch stage. Tina is passenger seat driving, she's sitting on your lap playing with your stick, She's taking over the wheel... you're officially OOC or out of control. You're out of anyone's control, most importantly your own.

This is where W. is slipping into. Right now, it's hard to tell where he is. He's tiring, that's for damned sure. Hopefully, I don't have to lay his ass out. I'm not moving for six months so let's see where this goes...


IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT:

Crash! Her Crack Pipe Hits the Roof [aka The Beginning of the End...]


Jon Eaton... the not-so-innocent bystander and roomie.