#meth head

[nmst-slmnk]

I just found a video of my crush blowing some clouds, how I miss that guy 🥰

[immyownfreek]

I just did a shot and now I'm horny as fuck. Hit me up if you are too

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

My child has NO FILTER..

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: Trans Rights

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Jesse, sporting a dishevelled appearance, sits on his worn-out couch, browsing the internet on his laptop. Meth Head, his pet samoyed, lies lazily next to him.

JESSE:  (deep in thought)  Man, I've been having some weird experiences online lately.

He furrows his brow as he comes across a group discussing his gender identity.

JESSE (CONT'D):  (confused)  What the hell? These people think I'm trans? Where'd they even get that idea?

Jesse glances at Meth Head, who looks up at him with his big, innocent eyes.

JESSE (CONT'D):  (grinning)  I mean... I'm flattered, I guess?

Jesse pats Meth Head on the head absentmindedly.

JESSE (CONT'D):  (softly)  Good dawg, always keepin' me grounded.

After a moment of reflection, Jesse's confusion turns into determination.

JESSE (CONT'D):  (resolute)  You know what? Maybe this is a chance to do some good. Promote acceptance and all that.

He grabs his phone, takes a quick selfie holding a hand-drawn and misspelt "Trans Rights" sign, and attaches it to a post.

JESSE (CONT'D):  (typing)  "Ayo, everyone! Just so we're clear, I ain't transgender, but I support trans rights! Love and respect for all!"

Jesse hesitates for a moment and then clicks the "post" button. He leans back on the couch, contemplating what he just did. METH HEAD:  (thinking)  Yo, Jesse! Can we go get Taco Bell tonight?

INT. GUS' OFFICE - DAY

Gustavo "Gus" Fring sits behind a large desk, his piercing gaze fixated on the monitor. The internet buzz surrounding Jesse's recent post catches his attention.

GUS:  (into the phone)  Well, well, well... Jesse Pinkman just became an accidental advocate. Interesting...

Gus smirks as he hangs up the phone. GUS: That kid might be alright after all. INT. HANK AND MARIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank and his wife Marie sit on their couch, engrossed in a true crime documentary about the rise of meth groupies. The TV remote rests idly in Hank's hand.

HANK:  (muttering)  Damn, Marie. This "Banana Thrower" case is driving me nuts. The guy's one step ahead every damn time.  Thankfully mayor Johnson’s clavicle remains untouched.

MARIE:  (sighs) Maybe you need to think outside the box, Hank. Sometimes breaking the rules can lead you to the truth.

INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Jesse's phone buzzes relentlessly next to an empty Taco Bell wrapper. He picks it up, astonished at the overwhelming response to his post.

JESSE:  (whispering)  No way... This is blowin' up like crazy.

Jesse smiles, conflicted but proud of the support he has received.

JESSE (CONT'D): (to Meth Head) See, buddy? Sometimes you gotta stand up for somethin', even if it ain't about you.

Meth Head wags his tail with approval, but his eyes are fixated on Jesse’s unfinished meal.

FADE OUT.

[canimakeucumalot699]

Am bored as fuck who trying to link up and blow some clouds LA area only..!

[pullthetriggeronmyhead]

👽👽👽

[nmst-slmnk]

Here is a video of me blowing clouds. Hope you enjoy it.

[toomuchkween]

It’s, I’ve, I, I’d, I’m

Its been a while.

I've been good.

I dont want to be.

I’d love to be puffing and looking at porn. 

But I’m not. 

[fafas-blog-stuff]

Friday is Highday

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

A redneck scary movie.

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: AI

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. METH LAB - DAY

Walter White and Jesse Pinkman are busy working in the meth lab, surrounded by beakers, chemicals, and equipment.

Jesse, frustrated, stops his work and looks at Walter.

JESSE:  (annoyed)  Yo, Mr. White, don't you ever wonder if our lives are, like, controlled by some artificial intelligence or something?

Walter, taken aback, stares at Jesse in disbelief.

WALTER:  (angrily)  Are you crazy, Jesse? This is real life, not some science fiction movie.

Jesse tries to convince Walter, getting more excited.

JESSE:  No, man, seriously! Think about it. Talking dogs, Saul being a wuss, the ease of getting rid of those meth groupies. It's like, everything is too convenient and weird, you know?

Walter's anger turns into confusion, but he tries to maintain composure.

WALTER:  (dismissive)  Jesse, we're just involved in a dangerous business. These things happen, but it doesn't mean there's some master plan controlling every aspect of our lives.

Jesse, adamant, starts presenting his evidence.

JESSE:  You remember Badger's story about the talking dog? How the hell does that even happen?!  Why would Meth Head want to invade Canada?

Walter rolls his eyes, growing more irritated.

WALTER:  (sarcastically)  Oh yeah, because that's undeniable proof, Jesse. Talking dogs are definitely evidence of an AI-controlled world.

Jesse continues, pointing at Saul who is munching on some string cheese.

JESSE:  What about Saul, man? I mean, look at the guy! He's a total wuss. Always hiding, always trying to find a way out. It's like the AI writers don't want him to be strong or something!

Walter glares at Jesse, his patience running thin.

WALTER:  Enough, Jesse! Saul is just a lawyer who knows how to play it safe. That has nothing to do with AI controlling our lives.

Jesse, now desperate to prove his point, tries a different approach.

JESSE:  And what about those meth groupies? They just disappear, Mr. White! No trace, no consequences. It's like the AI writers conveniently wrote them off after you dispose of them!

Walter can't contain his anger anymore. He grabs a nearby object, (weapon of choice for the reader), and charges at Jesse.

FADE OUT.

[fruit-snacker]

"I don't want a small dog because they all look like meth heads"

-my sister

[marcelinesghost13]

Well Fuck looks like I'm not going to get any sleep... With my wife's anxiety at 11 and my crackhead neighbors doing their party thing... I am so bloody tired

[raurquiz]

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[nmst-slmnk]

Just me and my lighter

[toomuchkween]

These Dreams

After work yesterday I spent the day at the beach with a couple of very close friends. By the end of the day, and the 3 hour commute home, I had been up for over 24 hours but for a few cat naps here and there.

Now, anyone who has read my past entries knows that there are times when I have been up for 2 or 3 days without much effort. That was drug fueled nonsense. ACTUAL physical exhaustion is a lot different. I have been horribly lazy my entire life so being physical is a labor for me.

Anyway, when I crawled into my messy unmade bed I fell asleep almost immediately and then they started.

Drug dreams: These were particularly very real feeling, and unsettling. My drug dreams involve me running after someone trying to get drugs. Most of the time its crack, not meth (which is something I literally just realized). I am almost always driving a car, I am always trying to find a person who has the crack. Only ever once (A long time ago) have I been able to smoke crack in my dream, all the other times I am trying to find it. In the dream I have blown off work and figure I have been fired, spent all the money I had available, and have left my life and I know that the people in my life are aware of what I have done. The sadness and despair I feel while in the dream is remembered but real. For some reason last night the person with the crack was a young black woman I did not recognize. She had an entourage of three or four gay men whose faces I didn't see. At one point I was handed a fresh clean pipe that was loaded for a hit but the dream changed before I could get to smoke it.

I woke up twice to pee and when I went back to sleep the dream resumed (not uncommon for me). When I finally woke up for the day the first 4 or 5 seconds I was awake that awful feeling that I had finally, totally jacked my life stuck with me before it evaporated.

I hate drug dreams.

I fucking hate them.