Shit, that picture is far more hypnotic than any animated kitty gif the Internet has ever come up with.
My opiate experiences are probably fairly different from the rest of ya'lls. See, I was born an incredibly sick child. The very early years of my life were spent in extreme pain that I thankfully just barely remember. Apparently, the doctors gave me some morphine as a baby, but it nearly killed me, due to the fact that, unfortunately, I have a powerful allergy to morph. And also probably because I was a goddamn baby.
When I first started getting into drugs, I had to swallow the tough fact that I'd never be able to experience opis. I went 3 or so years without ever trying them, until I moved to Melb last year, and had to find a new hookup.
He was an old and vaguely creepy ex heroin addict who quickly enough started pouring me free tastes of his methadone. I drank it up and I'm pretty sure I didn't die because I'm typing this all out now... the next few months are a complete blur. I was on a pharmaceutical cocktail mix of methadone, valium, xanax and nitraz.
I fucked up at uni (again) and for a few weeks I was locked up in one of those lunatic recovery houses (I would get night leave every 3 odd days, score, get fucked up, then keep myself dosed up right under their noses for the next few days... I dunno WHY they ignored my constant puking)... anyway, eventually, after... I dunno, maybe 3 or 4 months, I stopped taking the 'done because I was simply too sick all the damn time. Every ride on the bus would end with me jumping the FUCK off, then vomiting into whatever pot plant or bin was nearby. I must have been a charming creature to observe.
Very shortly before I got out of Melbourne and moved back to the country, my dealer introduced me to his Oxycontin supply. Munched on that and nodded out with my bong and Tom Waits in the background. Loved it.... loved it double when I was given the hot tip about snorting... don't even remember what the oral ROA high feels like anymore.
Fast forward a few more months, and I finally work up the balls to try codeine and opium. Absolutely no good. They make me very, very ill, and give me zero pleasure. Thebain derivatives for me it is, then.
These days, I try and buy oxy pills at least once a week. Maybe I'm boring as shit, but I love cutting up a good mix, snorting an OC and then chilling the fuck out to a good movie.
Ahh, that floating, fleeting feeling. Gorgeous and subtle.
TL;DR: boo hoo i cant take morphine so hurr durr i snort oxycodone.