Each to their own, but my only experience with meth, were people in proximity around me. They thought all was great too, but between the bugs they kept picking out of their skin, their wondering gacked nature, and their propensity to do some really fucked stuff, well I had to move on, and now I stay away from anyone that looks to fit the bill.

I only mention this to you, as it takes a while, perhaps a year, or two, or a few more, but it eats your brain I guess.

On that note, last story, one guy I knew that was high on meth, soaked his wife who was trying to leave him, in gasoline. He stopped to drink a beer, or some shit, before the final torching of her in their home. She took this opportunity, and ran for help, but he was hold up on the roof with a cross bow, and actually shot someone, then swat was called in.

I mean, take it as something else, but I think at least in meth, that's what you could be looking at in the future; that, or no teeth.