A long time friend of mine told me to come with her to Alabama. So I went, not knowing what we were going to do. So we got there pretty late, we started to cook it and I was very intrigued. A man there had some meth in a cup, cooking it on the stove, so I was watching, and the next thing I know the cup is covered in flames. I jumped out of the camper, when I did, I thought I was safe, but I wasn't. The cooker threw the cup out the door, it hit the ground close to my feet, my right leg caught on fire. I remember cooking and smoking meth for the next 3 days and 2 nights. After the second day, everything I smelt, or tasted smelled like meth. Now I have a permanent scar on my leg from that horrible drug.