One of the sad parts of using heroin is that most of the best parts of my addictions are spent in bathrooms....
I live in Columbus Ohio.
When I get my ish, wether it's afghan tan, Mexican tar, china white, chunk, powder, wether it's cut to be smoked, shot, or snorted...
As soon as I pick my shit up (which I have three very very solid *Caucasian* drug dealers that I see regularly), if my dude doesn't let me use at his place where I get it, and I don't want to risk smoking a bunch of ish in my car, I go to the nearest place that has a bathroom.... Mcdonalds, hotels, Burger King, even high end restaurants, bars etc....
Usually by the time I get my shit I am already going through withdrawals , in fact I almost like to wait till I'm hurting a little bit, just because the high is so much better then.
Most of the time I hit up a dirty, gross handicap stall and that's where I experience bliss, euphoria, where all my problems and pain and sickness goes away...
Experiencing every pour of my body simultaneously peaking at orgasm....
It's very sad that the best moments of my life currently are attained in a nasty bathroom stall....
God Help Me...