Personal Story of an Ice user

I clearly remember my first experience with Ice, not that I understood it fully at the time. I discovered I had used Ice some 24 hours after I had ingested this seemingly new (to me); and powerful drug. That night we had been out partying, drinking and snorting some speed, so it wasn't that strange that I stayed up. The next day one of my partying mates said "how did I like the Ice?" - Throughout the night he had poured a fair bit into some of my drinks (not that I minded when I found out). Having snorted speed throughout the night, I put the extra edginess that I was feeling down to the type of speed we had, but it did feel different, and we did party hard until the next day.

Having used speed and coke regularly and the occasional "e" for some 10-15 years prior to my first use of Ice, I was no stranger to the experiences of uppers.

A fortnight later, when we were organizing our weekend order, there was no speed or coke around, but plenty of Ice, so we scored 3 g's between us, acting on the advice that this would be plenty coz it was great quality. That was Friday, by Sunday, after not buzzing, but absolutely flying for two days, two days where time didn't apply to us, we scored another quarter, and then another. Shit, a full week had just gone, and I cant remember much at all.

The up-sides of having much more energy, feeling greater confidence, being chilled and having some great ideas and plans for the future that I got from using amphetamines generally, were all there with Ice, but at such a magnified intensity, so I loved that buzz about it. But, bummer, the downsides were so, so much more intensified as well - the feelings of depression and after some huge binges thinking crap thoughts which took me to mind-fucking suicidal places. The more deep negatives, as I recall were when I felt totally out of control, there was no dope left, getting really paranoid where I was looking at everyone and everything as being against me and out for me, even the dog, I definitely believed was onto me and out for me.

My group of drug-using mates were also becoming fragmented- we would all be going up and down and looking side ways at each other, nerves frazzled becoming agro over absolute nothing, just sheer crap. At times this agro would result in full on blues, amongst us drug using, buzz seeking, good time party people with the common bond of chasing the high to create an up-vibe and expand our consciousness - all gone coz of slightly different chemical compounds, previously which drew us together for fun, good times and our (previous) reputation of being great party dudes that were cool to be with.

Over time we pretty much just disintegrated as mates as some us looked for no other high apart from Ice, coke (which frazzled my head) and speed just didn't cut it anymore.

I continued using very regularly for the next five years or so, chasing the Ice high and also chasing new dealers as they would be busted and eventually went out of business. If I thought I had fried my brain with coke, my life over this five years was ripped apart in everyway.