Drugs Are Really Enticing - Chapter 2

Four Ripped Fuel capsules. Two pills of ritalin. And Coffee. Lots of coffee. That used to be my recipe for getting through the day. I referred to it as my "Awake Medicine." I am not an energetic person. I've never been really "active," in the sense that I played a sport or jogged. I don't get excited over much, really. But pump me up with a bunch of stimulants, and I'm rearin' to go. Running everywhere I go, literally climbing walls, talking a lot, and generally just being stupid.

It took a while to fine tune my Awake Medicine recipe. My first attempt was six ripped fuel caps, a few cokes, and a few shots of espresso. All in all, over 1200mg of caffeine(like taking twelve espresso shots), not to mention ephedra(back when Ripped Fuel was cool), and whatever other crap they put in Ripped Fuel. After feeling a severe funk, I ended up passing out on my bedroom floor, with no memory of ever going home. I blame the fifth espresso shot. Eventually, though I got it right. I eased up on coffee, and abused my ritalin prescription, and viola! Instant happiness.

When I used to work at a office supply store, things could get pretty hectic. I worked in computer sales, and around back to school time I would sell 10 a day or more. All the merchandise was arranged at the top of our shelving structures, or in the stock room. Getting the PC, monitor, printer, and whatever else for a single sale could take about half an hour. Unless you were jacked up like me. Theres no time for ladders and all that 'safety' bullshit when your heart is racing at 200 beats per minute. A sense of urgency like that drove me to climb to the top of the shelving and yell for the closest stocker to catch whatever I was about to throw at him. Then I would grab the nearest shopping cart and 'skate' to the next item, as quickly as humanly possible. I almost nailed an old woman one time. It was a good system for me, and the managers never complained about it. Then, the regional safety manager visited. Needless to say, he was appalled that my managers would let someone climb 15 feet up and hurl heavy boxes at people. So after I had my monkey privileges taken away, I had to find other ways to occupy my time. But that is a different story.

*Note* - I do not recommend that anyone try my Awake Medicine Recipe. I had days where I seriously thought I was going to die of a heart attack. I have a fucking high tolerance for caffeine. Ungodly high. So yeah, don't be stupid.

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