I pulled my drug bag out of my purse and fixed myself up with a shot right there on the center console. After lifting the sleeves of my shirt, I was quickly reminded that my arms hadn't healed much during the week I was asleep. I took my sock and shoe off and propped my foot up on the steering wheel. “The foot it is,” I said out loud to myself. I was relieved to see a fat juicy vein protruding from my big toe. I scrunched up my face full of pain as the needle pierced my skin. The only thing more painful than slamming in your hand was slamming in your foot. I coughed hard as the rush hit me and the meth traveled through my bloodstream. I applied pressure with my sock to try and stop the bleeding after I pulled the syringe out. Being an IV user could be downright disgusting and intimate at the same time.