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But is heroin really the elephant in the room?
Judging from the Figgy thread, the pros who abruptly become irrelevant, even the losers I know in real life that had potential...it seems like the real elephant in the room is the normalcy of alcohol abuse in our culture, but whatever.
Word, imo alcohol is worse than heroin in every way imaginable
really? you know people who can casually do heroin?
I have and could today if I was in cartel country with tar and not in the USA controled states where gunpowder or pee dope with fentanyl rule supremme
And I wanted to be going backwards in life. I'm going fuckin forward.
But
It takes about 6months of daily use to get locked in and to really have the sickness for me.
In the beginning I could kick one year - eighteen month long runs in a few days without missing work.
Every time you catch a habit and kick it gets worse. I believe it's not the time you're on the drug but the amount of times you're dependent.
When shit kinda changed for me was when OC 80s hit.
I dated a girl whose mom got 300 of them a month for TMJ.
I think she probably got the TMJ from blowing the doctor lol.anyways every month she would give over half of them to her daughter and me. No idea of the street value. I think we was paying $15 each.
We would sell them in packs to a bar in Peabody on karaoke night keep like half and pay the mom.
Great working class family of contractors from nahant.
So I was eating 160mg OC one with coating one without for immediate effect.
Take the train down to Beverly or Lynn and sell a few to get a bundle or two.
Eventually it was grams.
At my peak I was eating like 4 80s and doing we was shooting quarter gram shots in the day.
This went in for about 3 years.
I went to jail again and kicked wicked frickin hard. I was up for 43 days more or less.
I would pass out like every other day just in random places in the Yale.
In the day room in front of the TV in the courtyard outside. I was in trouble for that. Woke up with half a sunburn and a dog in my face.
They bashed the shit out of me I was like plz kill me. That got me in the bubble.
Paper Johnny glass door fucking light on you 24/7. Got moved down to room 5 with the other kickers. Now that I was a nightmare. The TV was gone at that point.
Just a symphony of puking and crying to listen to and the smell of shat in jumpers.
Then half of us got taken to 120b for nothing. So now I get to shower in chains.
Super fuck trip way better than going for it in skating.
I tell you about alcohol but I don't really remember much from my long drink era.
I was pretty much over alcohol by the time I became of age anyway
I lost interest in this post I'm sorry if it's a mess.
Hard drugs and alcohol are pretty stupid and I just want people to know I fucking blew it because of these things before people knew I prefer Twinks over Dope Dealing Daughters.
I wish you NAZIS would stop calling me an SWJ. It's pretty fucking lame to blanky term people right there you little Hitlers?