Was it worth it?

What's that?

I thought I knew about every single drug in the universe. I know my love heroin, coke, molly, weed, 2cb, horse shit, xans, crack, speed, meth. Even the shit that makes your dick hard. Ketamine is fucking horse shit. It feels weird and as much as I love drugs it's just not the one for me i guess. But I didn't know about this.

Some random guy practically ran up to me as I was walking to school and started shouting so loud that i thought my eardrums would explode. "Tommy!" Does he think I'm deaf? Wait. What? No one, and i mean no one, has called me that since like elementary school. "What did you say?"
"You don't recognise me..?"

With all of this 'You don't remember me Thomas...?' 'You don't recognise me?' 'Do you remember my name?' shit I'm actually starting to believe that I'm becoming braindead.

"No, sorry." I start walking away faster because I'm really not in the mood to get lectured by some random dude about memory and the importance of it. "That's okay. I'm Gale."

Oh. Right. Gale. He is my childhood friend I guess. We were never really close but he was stuck to me like a wet leaf. "Oh. Sorry I really don't have time to go over our wonderful sunshine laced past. I need to be somewhere" I say sarcastically. And by somewhere I mean my fucking school. "I know you have to go to school, I just got back from Europe and I want to offer you something."

That caught my attention. I looked back at him as he pulled out a small bag with crystals in it. "First of all, how the fuck do you know where I need to go, second of all, what's that?" I ask, genuinely confused. If he really is Gale he would know that I wouldn't use meth after the one and only time I used it. That shit isn't for me. "If that's meth Gale you know-"
"No, no, no. It's something much better"

He completely ignored the first part of my question but I didn't give a fuck at that point anymore. Oh and did i forget to mention? Gale was also my first ever plug. That's fun. "What is it?" I'm getting more and more confused by the second. "It has a long ass name 3-Chloromethcathinone but I just call it '3cmc'"

That made me curious. Drugs with long names are usually the most interesting ones. "How does it feel?" I'm getting more and more curious. "It feels kinda like coke mixed with molly." That sounds interesting. "How much?" "45 bucks for a gram."

I took it.

A/N: I didn't just pull 3cmc out of my ass I was addicted to that shit for some time. This fanfic will have a lot of shit from my life mixed with fiction. I probably should've mentioned that before. Oops.