The Devil’s Favorite High” My drug of choice? Meth. Call it cream, ice, shit, glass, dope — It don’t matter the name. It’s poison, dressed up like hope. It don’t hit you all at once. No — it eats you slow, Bit by bit, Like rust in your veins And rot in your soul. First thing it takes? Your kids. You’ll miss birthdays chasing bags. Next is your spouse — Can’t blame ‘em, really. They