How drugs made me braindead

I suppose it is arguable whether or not I have been rendered braindead. I guess if I really was I would not be able to write any of this. But regardless, drugs have made me braindead. I will probably never become President of the United States or get elected to anything for that matter for what I am about to disclose, but I guess that's ok. It's important for me to get this out, and if it saves one person's brain who sees it then it's worth it.
The worst one was the ecstasy... I was having a conversation on the train the other night with a friend that I used to roll with... and we decided that it had a big impact on our lives and the lives of our other friends who did it. They say it actually makes holes in your brain... but whatever it does, it is seemingly permanent damage folks. I don't think there was any other substance or trauma that effected my life as much as the 2 month binge I went on right after high school.
The first time I ever did it was in May of 2000, it was a nice day and my friends and I went for a day-long drive around the island. But there was some chewing of Mitsubishi Turbo doublestacked chocolates at some point early in the car ride. I remember that I was driving, and I can still see that jumbled speed limit sign. I had no clue what it said so I had no clue what speed to go. Luckily I didn't kill anyone. They tell you not to drink and drive, but I think this was an even worse thing to do. At one point I was driving on the sidewalk between two stores in a shopping center in like Wantagh or something.
Then it was graduation time, and I did that sober. But for the next few weeks it was pill here pill there chew it up roll with your friends run around town run into other e-tards. It was fun while it lasted. And it only lasted for a brief period of time, you wouldn't think it would ruin my brain. But I think it did.
The last time I ever did it sucked. I was going to a concert in late July with a straightedge friend of mine, and couldn't really get drunk or stoned in front of him out of respect. So what did I do, I chewed a hearts. Unfortunately the pill quit right in the middle of Queensryche, and by the time Iron Maiden took the stage I was braindead, tired, and no longer happy happy. What a waste.
And then I became the waste. I got real depressed, dropped out of college after the first 2 weeks (I had a partial scholarship to a really good polytechnic insitute in upstate New York), and I haven't been in great shape since then. yes that was 5 years ago. Wow this wound up being a lot to say about e. It doesn't even deserve that much discussion. Although at the same time I say that I wonder, should I have done more. If I had taken much more I would probably be worse off now, but it's already pretty bad. I should have really let loose. Wow I feel like I'm rolling right now. Must be the memories.