speedball
10/13/2009 I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves ... something very romantic about it. The red bricked condo on the outskirts of Tempe is a typical small time meth lab. I was the mad scientist. Uncle Fester's books littered my kitchen table alone with thousands of match books and matches. The kitchen counter was the color of a an eggplant, iodine stains. Its unique electron structure allowed it to absorbed certain wavelengths of light and the purple color is what remained after the light was absorbed. Unable to obtain iodine crystals, I produced them from mixing iodine tinctures and hydrogen peroxide. I first converted the bathroom into a meth lab, unfortunately the steam from the shower resulted in reduced yields, wet crystals and no ventilation. Next my bedroom, until I found boo-kitty with her face in a plastic bag of crushed pseudo pills. So, I moved everything to the center of what became our world. Their World. Fuck Wor...