Well, actually I was suprised that he was caught in that shit!!!
When I was 21 I was in the US for 6 months and had my first encounter with drugs ever in my life. I went to a bar called Numbers, I believe and couldn't understand how come there were so many young guys.... And so many old men at the same place... ;O)
Apparently it was sort of rent boys or something like that and horny old guys. Well, I met a yung dude that had a BMW convertible and asked if I wanted to go up to Hollywood Hills and check ot the view.
- Sounds like fun, I said and we drove off. HE parked the car in a hillside in a residential area and told me he just had to run a quick arrend. He locked me inside and put on the alarm... And was gone for fucking 2 hours...!!! I was left in the looked alarmed cold car and started getting desperate.
Then suddenly he came back and said. Oh, sorry, I forgot about you.
He suddenly took up a CD album. Lifted up the CD and underneath there were a bag with a mystic white powder.
He snorted a big sniff and offered me some.
- No, I'm from Sweden and we don't do drugs, was my youthful inocente answer...
And honestly I had NO IDEA about drugs, effects, or even that there were different drugs, like Coke, psychedelics, etc...
Coming from Sweden I really believed there was like alkohol and "drugs". And had no real clue...
But after 30 minutes of persuation I thought.
- What the heck. I'm sitting with this dude in Hollywood Hills and I'm on the other side of the planet. Okey, I give it a go and see what happens...
He said it was called Crystal (Meth)... And I had no clue to what it was.
I snorted it and it burned like hell in the nostril. I became even more talkative I noticed and we drove around in his BMW and checked LA from an mountain hill. He told me his lifestory and that the local 7/11 store was a good place to buy drugs. He aslo informed me that the police were being bribed to look the other way. It's all about money in the US apparently.
I was awake for like 24 hours with him and to my shock when I went for a piss, I noticed that my penis disappeared. It suddenly was like 1 cm...!!!
I got shocked and also felt like that the drug started to wear off. He asked me if i wanted to have sex with him. Of course I couldn't since I had no penis... ;O)
He dropped me off in Beverly Hills somewhere and I felt confused.
And that was when the nightmare started.
I started to feal the drug wearing off totally. And didn't have a clue to what to expect.
I went to an restaurant and felt like SHIT!!!
The waiter said...
- Hi, how are you...?
- Do you really wanna know?, I said. I feel terrible, I did something bad. I tried a drug yesterday and feel really strange now.
- It's okey, I understand, he said and put me down by a table. I ordered Chicken breast. It came in but somehow I couldn't manage to get the arm to lift the fork. I had to ask the waiter to cut my food in pieces... :O(
And even then it took me 30 minutes to get one piece of chicken into the mouth and it tasted shit!!!
Of course, people by now had started to stare and I felt totally abandon, alone in a foreign contry with a heavy comedown. And I really believed I were gonna die!!!
The waiter came and told me to follow him out from the restaurant. It felt as I was floating. He walked me 30 meters down the street were conveniently they had an AA/drug addiction center (!!!)...
I was asked how long I've been an addict.
-I've only tried this once, I said.
- Yes, but how lone have you been an addict, they said once again. Somehow, my communication didn;t seem to go through. I was shown into a room with like 15 other people sitting in an circle.
- Hi, my name is Susan. I haven't touched booze now for 3 week... Bla bla. Everyone was talking and I felt that I needed care, attention. But there were like 15 people that had to speak before me. It was to much. I left the place, wenet out on the street. Felt sweaty and like I were gonna die!!!
I felt panic, I really believed I was poisoned and thought I were gonna die. I phoned up the dude with the BMW and wanted to ask for advice.
-I have a date now, CLICK! Was his evil answer.
I went back to a friends place in Beverly Hills, Robert that was an older caring gentleman. He was not in but I had the key to his space. He trusted me even though he had art worth more than 10 million $. I felt amazed that he could trust me like that.
I was shaking, shivering and hiding under big blankets in his bed.
He came home and noticed that something was wrong.
-What has happened? he asked.
-I did something bad, I said with total guilt and remember the Swedish "Don't do drugs" mantras from school.
- Okey, but what type of drug, he asked.
- I don't know really. Are there different ones?, was my youthfull innocent answer...
He gave me a warm smile.
- I think it was called crystal, I said.
He smiled and told me that when you try a drug, you shoudn't try one of the most dangerous and strong one the first time. He comforted me and told me that the sideeffects would wear out within some days...
And then, thank God, I discovered PSYCHEDELICS!!!
