...you walk in the neighborhood pharmacy and, before you can ask, the pharmacist hands a bag of 1cc 1/2 inch 29 gauge syringes to the clerk who then rings them up for you. Wasn't a bad thing when I was dope sick n didn't even want to talk...
...you are forced to rent a room in a drug infested neighborhood in order to leave rehab (as when on state parole you have to have to have an approved home plan to leave and it was all I could afford to pay on while in rehab)...you get to said home plan, walk in the bathroom and see needle caps and empty bags on the floor and immediately feel right at home...
...you get up and are trying to throw on pants to go n cop and cannot find a pair without bloodstains on them...
...first thing you do in the morning is wake up, roll over, and call your dealer...who now is willing to deliver the dope straight to your door at 630 am daily because you're such a great customer...
...when you can't stop using long enough on state parole to go in and give a clean urine, so you switch to fentanyl patches the Thursday before having to report on Monday...doing this because you have thoroughly researched all 10 & 12 panel tests and are confident that you will piss clean. And you do. And you continue to do this for 18 months, reporting to parole wearing a fentanyl patch every time...rather than stop getting high...
...when you get pissed off that the ATM's $800 withdrawal limit doesn't reset from Friday night til Monday morning. It sucks when u run through that $800, it's Sunday night , nothing open... But then you call your dealer who has no problem fronting you a bundle...and immediately all is right with the world...
...when you can hit obscure veins in the side of your knee, stomach ( yeah there are two big ones that run down each side), upper thigh, and (ouch) the palm of your hand and the bottom of your foot right where the arch is(*must* use a short tip for those two spots)...because your veins sucked to begin with and shooting coke in addition to dope made finding the usual ones temporarily impossible...
...the only Spanish words you know are montega, apparata, pereiko, and agua ( the latter used in Philly when the cops would hit the block) ...I have no idea if I spelled those right but you get the idea...
...when, even though you haven't used in two months, you are still sitting here writing this...yup!...
...when you can get perc 5's (the small crushable ones without apap) cheap, but don't ever bother because of the massive
amount of powder you would need to insufflate in order to simply feel normal....
...if after having almost 2 months of not using, all of the above still makes you laugh...and somehow, deep down you know you're eventually going to do dope again in spite of all of the above...