enquerencia1980
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So I think my neighbor is in real trouble. He's been smoking heroin a lot lately and although he just tried it for the first time in January of this year he thinks it's gotten way out of hand, and now he's broke, and he has to kick.
Even before he first started I told him this was going to end in addiction. He tried to say it was just going to be every once in a while, that he would not get addicted. He read that if he stuck to a certain schedule he could avoid withdrawals and keep his tolerance low. The thing is, I explained to him, what he was describing to me was essentially addiction MANAGEMENT, and that while this was certainly a more healthy thing to do than simply allowing the addiction to do whatever it wants, it's still addiction. Before he went out and scored for the first time, we had a long talk by ourselves in the living room of my apartment that night.
It's important to know that for quite some time before all this, probably eight or nine months, he had been taking a 30mg IR oxycodone two or three nights a week.
Anyway during our talk he sorta came around to my way of seeing things, but decided he wanted to try heroin anyway. This is what he said about it: "Okay, yes, I will get addicted. In a very real way I'm already addicted. I've wanted to do heroin for years but I've always been afraid. That fear means that I respect the power of the drug over my mind. In a way I think I need to embrace this demon, learn what it is and where it came from, and ultimately destroy it. I will not let it take the things that are most important to me, which are my marriage, my gainful employment, and my creative, kind personality."
That night he bought two grams of black tar. At first he really didn't know how to smoke it, but after the first gram he developed a very good technique and was getting insanely high, nodding off, itching all over, in a state of absolute bliss, lying on the couch with his eyes closed scratching every inch of his clammy body. He didn't smoke any heroin the third day, but then it was ten days before he took another day off, and then it was thirty days before he took a day off, and that was just because he was broke. And the thing is, he makes pretty good money. He had his first withdrawals that day. It started with a runny nose, then his eyes started watering and his stomach started feeling like it does right before he went on stage with his band (which to date he has only done twice, so I'm talking really nervous), and then he took the first real shit he had taken in weeks, followed immediately by pooping out everything that wasn't nailed down between his lips and his asshole.
It was amazing how fast this drug took hold of him. I knew he would get addicted, but even rational, cautious, voice of reason enquerencia here was stunned by the speed and thoroughness with which heroin owned my neighbor.
Tonight he bought his last gram. And even though I don't have scales it sure looks like a half gram to me. It just kinda drives the point home, this is a shitty game, you can't win, you can't break even, and It's time to get out.
He had been debating switching ROA to plugging because smoking wasn't really doing it for him, and tonight when he was about to go out and buy I sat him down and had a talk. This is what I said: "Look, you have sixty dollars left, and you got paid TODAY! The way you're going, spending every cent you have, overdrawing your account, paying rent late, you're on course to not be able to pay your bills next paycheck. And with the sixty some dollars you do have, if you spend all that on junk it's gonna last you three days and then you're gonna kick with no coping medicine. And look at yourself! You didn't sleep last night worried your check was going to be too small to buy junk after you pay rent. And what's going to happen when your wife learns the extent of your drug abuse? She still thinks you're not addicted. She has no idea you use every night. You need to go the Walgreens and stock up on Imodium and benadryl and vitamins.
What he ended up doing was buying a half gram of cheap street dope, generic Imodium, a huge amount of benadryl (on sale), and twelve grams of kratom that he was told was "very strong."
I'm really worried that he's once again made some poor decisions. He never listens to me. I'm also worried that he isn't going to be able to work in withdrawal, especially on the second day (he has tomorrow off). Also, big surprise, the heroin is already gone, maybe that's best, but he had planned to take small hits when things got bad.
Is he gonna make it? I'm really worried for him, and I very, very much empathize. I feel like I'm going through it with him.
(I realize this is probably the wrong sub-forum for this, but I don't know how to move it, and I don't want to lose it.)
Even before he first started I told him this was going to end in addiction. He tried to say it was just going to be every once in a while, that he would not get addicted. He read that if he stuck to a certain schedule he could avoid withdrawals and keep his tolerance low. The thing is, I explained to him, what he was describing to me was essentially addiction MANAGEMENT, and that while this was certainly a more healthy thing to do than simply allowing the addiction to do whatever it wants, it's still addiction. Before he went out and scored for the first time, we had a long talk by ourselves in the living room of my apartment that night.
It's important to know that for quite some time before all this, probably eight or nine months, he had been taking a 30mg IR oxycodone two or three nights a week.
Anyway during our talk he sorta came around to my way of seeing things, but decided he wanted to try heroin anyway. This is what he said about it: "Okay, yes, I will get addicted. In a very real way I'm already addicted. I've wanted to do heroin for years but I've always been afraid. That fear means that I respect the power of the drug over my mind. In a way I think I need to embrace this demon, learn what it is and where it came from, and ultimately destroy it. I will not let it take the things that are most important to me, which are my marriage, my gainful employment, and my creative, kind personality."
That night he bought two grams of black tar. At first he really didn't know how to smoke it, but after the first gram he developed a very good technique and was getting insanely high, nodding off, itching all over, in a state of absolute bliss, lying on the couch with his eyes closed scratching every inch of his clammy body. He didn't smoke any heroin the third day, but then it was ten days before he took another day off, and then it was thirty days before he took a day off, and that was just because he was broke. And the thing is, he makes pretty good money. He had his first withdrawals that day. It started with a runny nose, then his eyes started watering and his stomach started feeling like it does right before he went on stage with his band (which to date he has only done twice, so I'm talking really nervous), and then he took the first real shit he had taken in weeks, followed immediately by pooping out everything that wasn't nailed down between his lips and his asshole.
It was amazing how fast this drug took hold of him. I knew he would get addicted, but even rational, cautious, voice of reason enquerencia here was stunned by the speed and thoroughness with which heroin owned my neighbor.
Tonight he bought his last gram. And even though I don't have scales it sure looks like a half gram to me. It just kinda drives the point home, this is a shitty game, you can't win, you can't break even, and It's time to get out.
He had been debating switching ROA to plugging because smoking wasn't really doing it for him, and tonight when he was about to go out and buy I sat him down and had a talk. This is what I said: "Look, you have sixty dollars left, and you got paid TODAY! The way you're going, spending every cent you have, overdrawing your account, paying rent late, you're on course to not be able to pay your bills next paycheck. And with the sixty some dollars you do have, if you spend all that on junk it's gonna last you three days and then you're gonna kick with no coping medicine. And look at yourself! You didn't sleep last night worried your check was going to be too small to buy junk after you pay rent. And what's going to happen when your wife learns the extent of your drug abuse? She still thinks you're not addicted. She has no idea you use every night. You need to go the Walgreens and stock up on Imodium and benadryl and vitamins.
What he ended up doing was buying a half gram of cheap street dope, generic Imodium, a huge amount of benadryl (on sale), and twelve grams of kratom that he was told was "very strong."
I'm really worried that he's once again made some poor decisions. He never listens to me. I'm also worried that he isn't going to be able to work in withdrawal, especially on the second day (he has tomorrow off). Also, big surprise, the heroin is already gone, maybe that's best, but he had planned to take small hits when things got bad.
Is he gonna make it? I'm really worried for him, and I very, very much empathize. I feel like I'm going through it with him.
(I realize this is probably the wrong sub-forum for this, but I don't know how to move it, and I don't want to lose it.)