Like any drug its about the quality of the ‘G’ (i’ve shot meth in the northeast, mid west, and south west USA) G, gak, go fast, ice, glass, shard, blast, twak…….all describes one thing, psuedophedrine (99 times out of 100) cooked meth. Crank is different from all those others names. Crank is meth but its made differently, and is now extremely rare. Your average street ice is good stuff, way better high than most drugs you stick in your veins. I dont smoke it thats a waste. Cocaine is a dopamine re-uptake inhibiter. It very quickly and efficiently blocks dopamine from entering the re-uptake centers when it crosses back over the synapses. Meth is also a re-uptake inhibiter but it also releases dopamine. Cocaine doesn’t release dopamine it just inhibits, that is a key difference. To try and illustrate, an orgasm releases dopamine and effectively causes 250% more dopamine in the synapses than you normally have, Cocaine (depending on how its used) causes a build up of 400-800% dopamine in the synapses (its very quick across the blood-brain barrier) but meth causes a build up of (when injected) 1500% more dopamine in the synapses. The build up is not as rapid as cocaine in most cases but its long acting, staying in the re-uptake and receptor sites for dopamine. Now it also affects other neurotransmitters like serotonin, acetylcholine, and beta-endorphin’s but I will stop there.
Its reward is massive. Without going to deep with the quality thing and different cooks effecting the product, lets say I try and describe some of the feeling. Sometimes I am so excited to get a shot in me that as I am dissolving the crystal my body reacts violently and I have to vomit. The shit has a major impact on the consciousness. After the plunger goes down a tingling runs down my spine. All the sudden a massive blast goes through my brain and my body hits an orgasmic feeling tune. The taste of the chemical is strong and a cloud develops in my lungs. Literally you cant breath, like you got the wind knocked out of you, and I cough gasping. The feeling that you are about to blast off like a rocket takes over and my hearing raises to a high pitched tone. The world has become technicolor and everything is perfect and amazing and interesting and you feel too damn on top of the world.
Unfortunately, though, years go by and life is not what you wanted it it be..my 2 cents
