i always struggled with Naked Lunch, i'm not sure why though cause i bloody worship Junky and Queer - maybe its cause, as you say, Naked Lunch reveals the grotesque nature of opiates whereas Junky kinda romanticizes the whole experience? for all the terrible shit that happens it there's a distinct lack of misery on at least Burrough's part: iirc the worst part of the novel is when he becomes a raving tequila drunk - not due to the junk at all - 'uremic poisoning' is bandied about quite a bit.
man that sucks having to keep that from him, that scene could almost have been taken from the more sober pages of the Naked Lunch!
but yeah, i've just blown through a little over half a gram of dark and a rock of crack. so if i'm ranting please excuse me,
I need to read Naked Lunch again. My bro has it borrowed right now, and he wants to read Junkie as well. I loved Junkie, such an awesome read - but somebody could read that and really not have any impression of the horrible hell that this addiction brings. Even though he writes about withdrawal and stuff, the evil nature of the drug just doesn't sink in. I need to re-read Naked Lunch and also I've never read Queer (adding that to my reading list, along with some stuff by Jack Kerouac). Naked Lunch is seriously fucked up from what I remember - no plot to it, you can basically read the chapters in any order if I'm not mistaken. And I remember a lot of grotesque imagery that was hard to stomach. My bro said he was "enjoying" it if that was the right word to use lol.
Yeah man I did my first shot of heroin the other day. And my brother randomly stopped by while I was a couple hours in to my hit. He asked me out of the blue, "Kurt Cobain didn't do heroin for long right?" We got into a discussion about him, and I think that nobody builds up a $400/day tolerance overnight. And we were talking about how he had a chronic stomach ailment and I recommended that he watch Montage of Heck, which I really enjoyed.
It's almost like he can sense the heroin vibe emanating from the core of my being, or something. Like, I'm pretty sure he knows I'm an addict. We just never say it outright because we both know how the other feels about it. It's a communication without communicating. After all, he's my little bro. He knows drug use completely fucked up my life, and how much potential I am throwing away, he knows I am intelligent enough to recognize this on my own, and that it probably hurts him to see it as well. But we also both have the same opinion on our parents which is not exactly positive, I was thrown out of my house for smoking weed when I was an engineering student. I was on the run for years, it was fucking bullshit. Just for smoking some fucking joints. Anyways, it's almost like he can sense the heroin coursing through my veins, and I've talked to him a lot about it from a neutral perspective... he knows I know a lot about it and have a lot of opinions. Oh, and I know that he will never touch drugs after seeing what has become of me. That goes without saying too. It's a beautiful thing really - it's like he is the only one who knows I'm a junkie, and it just goes without saying, he is completely accepting of it and finds it interesting but would never go there himself, all of his drug experience he gets vicariously through me since I know he's a really curious guy and being a musician and all.
I can't get that first shot out of my mind. I shot 10mg, and it was wonderful. Fucking 10 milligrams, I have trouble getting a good hit off sniffing 30 or 40 milligrams of raw these days. I used 3ml, 27G syringes with 5/8" tips and I really liked that, I think I'd prefer it over the insulin ones just because there was a nice large barrel to hold steady even if it was only very, very slightly filled up with about half a cc of water. I wasn't going to miss. It kept me well for 6 hours but that's not what I remember. What I remember is how primal it was, how raw, what a sensual experience it was and how I'm missing that from my life. Biting the tourniquet and getting it nice and tight. My veins are huge from regular yoga and guitar playing. Prepping the shot, drawing it up, piercing my skin gently... and the register. The register was so beautiful in a dark, underworld kind of way. The colour of the blood surprised me and it was almost like brownian motion or some cool physics thing the way the solutions flowed together. It was truly beautiful and at that moment, when I registered, time ceased to exist. I knew I was in, the tourniquet was off, and I injected without feeling anything as it went in. A slight sting afterwards which my buddy from BL on the phone assured me was normal. I tiny red mark left over. Then 2 minutes later I'm still talking to him, and realize that I actually got high off that amount I'd normally not even feel. And it was like flicking a switch, looking back I was sick and miserable and down to my last 10 milligrams with no hope of getting more dope for at least 24 hours and I was honestly like fuck it, I'm shooting it. Then, within like 10 seconds I was normal, I was good. And there was even a bit of a headrush, very very slight due to the low dose but I can only imagine what it would be like with a proper dose. Ever since, I've been sniffing my dope, but I feel like it's just wasting it now.
I like the 15 minute creep of insufflated heroin, but it's just a couple things about iv that I loved. Getting well immediately was wonderful, and it's just the power of that crimson register. I just know that this is the last thing so many people just like me have ever seen in their lives, before plunging in an accidental overdose. It's such a powerful thing to me, that crimson register. I can see how the needle itself is very addictive, not even considering the heroin. I know that I've opened a door that I can't close ever again. I know how easy it is to do, how my veins are perfect for it. How I can save money at first, how I will save my nose which is hurting and full of cuts even with water sprays. It's really tough to go back to sniffing after experiencing something like that, even with a tenth of a point (which would equate to my normal 30 or 40mg insufflated dose... considering my nose is pretty fucked at this point and probably not absorbing ideally).
I'm trying to resist the temptation. About to snort a 50mg dose that I won't enjoy half as much as that shot 4 days ago. I can't get it out of my mind, I want to do it with a proper dose now that I have a half gram.