Chapter 1; The Spiral Down Being 35 years old and having the craziest last year of my life really changed me a a person. A person that always learns the hard way everytime. But the important thing is we hopefully always learn from our mistakes. Anyways being a auto shop owner, running a machine shop, and having someone else’s personal project car in my garage it felt like I had 3 jobs. I always overload myself with too much work and not enough time. That was how it went but I always made it work with long hours. Long story a lot shorter, I got involved in doing Meth. Didn’t help the my dealer was a neighbor across the street. Me trying to get everything done, got involved in meth and this story is how it ruined my life. But not just the drug. It was also the idea I had come up with on the drug that made everything in my life a lot harder. My idea of vaping meth and a formulated meth eye drop. I was successful with the vaping and a nice grape taste. I guess that’s why my friends would call me “The Mad Scientist” in my custom fabrication. My ideas were always a little out there and different. I knew I was a very smart and creative person but I usually kept to myself. I almost always demanded to know how something worked and how it could be made better. I took that theory into everything I did including these bad ideas that I had with Crystal. I was a different kind of user. Hence the dangerous but in my mind safer idea of vaping it. I always slept every night with my girlfriend in bed. Average of 4-6 in my honest opinion. I ate and I slept. I was a closet user and wanted nobody to know about my problem and spiral downward from use. I was very functional and productive on the drug, but my quality of work got worse and worse the more I used. This is when I decided I was about done with the drug. This is when everything got crazy.
Chapter 2; The Lab
I noticed things getting strange as I tried to taper off my problem. Cars were following me. Car and Trucks most all of which had temperary paper plates and out of state license plates. Now I’m talking about people pulled over on the side of the road waiting until I pass them hop right on my tail. These were mostly nice cars and trucks. Being a ASE master technician I noticed little things about these cars that made them stand out. Because I would notice them again and again. If you ever watch someone that’s following you it’s very interesting how they act. I can’t explain it but it’s a certain look when you can finally get a look at there face and they look right back at you. Then came the nightmare. Auiditory haliculinations they call it. “Voices in your head”. Everything started with a slight voice of a girl crying. From there weeks later they came. A group of what sounded like 4 or 5 people in my head. Both girls and guys. They started then saying things like ” You messed with the wrong people and now your fucked.” They said things like “Your an smart mother fucker but you fucked with the wrong people.” They said if I didn’t do what they say I would be going to jail. They said “you have no idea who we are but we need a commitment out of you.” They wanted my to see a doctor, get rid of all my guns, stop smoking weed, and no more bad language and you wont have to worry.” It was a program. A “Meth Lab” they called it. They said I was such a smart motherfucker but my idea is dangerous and i messed with the wrong people. I knew right away, these voices are not mine. They sounded like the wrong people. Trouble. I then started carrying my gun on me all the time while at home just scared out of my mind. The sound of people that are about to get you. I know my mind and body so well and I at this point had been off it for about a month. I then thought to myself, these guys put some type of transmitter in me. I felt like I couldnt be alone because they were in my head talking shit at all times. It was some type of new correctional program. I got o scared and things started becoming mor apparent why they were following me. It was my ideas.
Ok ran home and looked it up. It was the freaking guy. Looked up a little backround and the guy is involved in medical and law. I found a lead and as soon as I did guess what. The voices were sooo pissed. So now I’m feeling like im onto something! Here is the kicker. I get a hold of one friend and finally spill my beans to him. He then tells me he had a friend go through the same thing. I almost fainted. Then the biggest piece of info lands right in my pocket after that. I decided to talk to my neighbors girl and sure enough the guy got put away for dealing. But then she told me he had these terrable voices scaring the shit out of him before he went. My heart stopped. She beagan telling me all about it and I couldn’t believe it. It was the exact same thing that I had gone through and is still going through ever since I put the pen yo that paper. Now in my quest, Im off to jail to talk to him and see what really happened. These voices are still attacking me. But now they mostly just say ” Your going to be arrested,” or ” you just ficked up your whole entire life up son.” I just still sit back and laugh. They still follow me creepily, but these guys never do anything. They are just ghosts and hide behind there voice transmitter. But thats it. Im not scared of them anymore lol. They just keep following me in their cars and trucks completely tinted out. Even the front window glass. That’s the dead give away. Also the fact they were all temporary license plates or out out state plates. But then all of a sudden the super big bomb. I was always wondering how these creaps were getting into the Hidden Hills gated community. I kept seeing the same creeps following me around. While riding my bike around