Wait, so the Cartel can afford to pay an actual chemist to make meth but the local stuff is made by a high school dropout living in a trailer park with his mom. I don’t like meth, but I think I would want the stuff made by the chemist.
Not strawberry, but I have tried it and I don’t like it. The next day I felt like I had been punched in the chest by a professional boxer. Despite knowing that the drug had hurt me, the drug was calling to me. I had a desire to go get more. That triggered my self preservation instinct and I made a decision to not fuck with it again.
You gotta have very good connections though, otherwise by the time cartel stuff gets to you it’s been cut with god knows what. Some trailer park junkies have a surprisingly high sense of responsibility for their customers too (other than selling them meth) so it’s entirely unpredictable if you’re going in blind.
Wait, so the Cartel can afford to pay an actual chemist to make meth but the local stuff is made by a high school dropout living in a trailer park with his mom. I don’t like meth, but I think I would want the stuff made by the chemist.
Have you tried the Strawberry version?
Not strawberry, but I have tried it and I don’t like it. The next day I felt like I had been punched in the chest by a professional boxer. Despite knowing that the drug had hurt me, the drug was calling to me. I had a desire to go get more. That triggered my self preservation instinct and I made a decision to not fuck with it again.
You dodged a bullet
You gotta have very good connections though, otherwise by the time cartel stuff gets to you it’s been cut with god knows what. Some trailer park junkies have a surprisingly high sense of responsibility for their customers too (other than selling them meth) so it’s entirely unpredictable if you’re going in blind.