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EADD Heroin thread v.XXV -- a quarter centuary of threads if not yet a full decade since the 'drought'...

Although drinking was a lot more sociable than the solitary using that most H users tend to do.

Heroin and ketamine users are probably the epitome of "boring company" when they are constantly high, constantly nodding.

Although, I always preferred drinking alone anyways, which makes it even worse.
 
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Everything I’ve been getting online from EU sellers has gotten dramatically WORSE over the summer. There is simply no h to be had in mainland Europe. Been using methadone (also hard to find, & expensive) so I’m not in severe WD when I wake up. I think everything must be cut with nitazenes bc the methadone takes so long to fully stop the WD from what’s sold as ‘heroin’ (also it makes my pupils SO much tinier & even impairs my vision). Fortunately that weird thigh pain from methadone went away.
I have one personal connect (a friend- the person I was buying the methamphetamine from) and at the moment it is the only person I can go to for guaranteed strong clean brown heroin - they usually have a couple of different ones in but being so rare its well expensive (I got a lot of that 'chocolate chip' stuff over the summer which is one of the choices 9/10, having last seen it in 2008).

At £50 a gram though I cannot be bothered anymore, considering that after 19 years since my first period of habitual use has left even an occasional injector like me with no choice but to stop sticking myself now or seriously hurt myself. The last couple of shots I could not register ended up going down the toilet, but they were nitazene brews off the street (which I am sorry to say do work as disgusting and unpredictable as they are, being occasionally strong enough for me to just be able to smoke off a plate without having to do the usual and shoot the first dose to breakthru the tolerance my methadone Rx causes.)

I went out yesterday to stock up on BZD's and plumped for a couple of strips of 100mg Zomorph XR Sulphate Morphine as I find them a safer and more reliable alternative to brown heroin or its various street replacements doing the rounds. theres no point in trying to crank them - the XR matrix is a bitch to break down, its not safe even with the micron filters I have and I have never enjoyed the histamine release from trying to IV morphine tablets. Considering how much is metabolised when eaten, I still just take the tablets as one is supposed to now, sometimes chewing through half of them to break the time release a little.

I find about 800mg chased down with 20mg of Methadone and 4mg of clonazepam (or 2mg clonazepam and 1mg alprazolam) is enough to give me a proper decent poppy nod for 3 - 4 hours, provided I don't do it every week or take my Methadone Rx in the 24 48 hours beforehand (it always hits me best if I'm just beginning to feel the neutral symptoms of the sickness starting, yawning, sneezing, rhinitis etc).

I do acknowledge how big these doses may seem to some - its not a recommendation its just a fact from someone who is on 350mls Physeptone a week (50mg methadone / day when I am taking it as prescribed) and has such a ludicrous bzd tolerance that I consider a 2mg clonazepam tablet a minimum effective dose (I can sometimes get away with a little less when using different benzo's but even when using Diazepam I still take 30mg (despite what the conversion tables say I think that subjectively 2mg clonazepam is = 25 - 35mg diazepam, not 40) ). I do not take them every day but at minimum I will have at least 2 separate doses of a bzd derivative 3 - 5 times every 14 days or so.
 
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I fully agree with what you say about the clonazepam conversation tables, and I'm also using a very similar dose, of just under 2mg for an effective or comfortable dose.

Fairly recently, I did briefly try switching to diazepam but felt badly under dosed at 20mg, and didn't really have any low stakes opportuntinities to gradually work up, and discover what the actual equivalent effective dose would be for me. But intuition and experience tells me that it sits in the range you've stated.

It just doesnt make sense financially either to have to pay for up to 3 or 4 times as much due to needing 3-4 times as many pills of any other benzo, when compared to the 2mg clonaz pills, which are priced the same as 10mg of diaz etc.

Ultimately, I would like to switch to etizolam as the lesser of all benzo evils, but the less easy avilability and what would be a much more expensive alternative, because I would initially potentially need 3-4 times the amount of pills, plus a probable need to redose after 6-8 hours, and this definitely has an impact. So that's potentially around 6-8 etizolam pills to do what 1 x 2mg clonazepam pill can do.

This is all pretty bad news, as when I first resumed benzos after my taper and abstinence, 0.5mg (and even less) of etiz, was plenty to help my days go a whole lot more smoothly. But then the lack of availability of etiz, plus the unreliability of the authenticity of most other bzs, kind of forced me onto clonaz. And that has done a number on my tolerance for sure.

I can't really comment on any of the opi related stuff, as apart from indulging in some poppy pod tea now and then, it's not really something that would benefit me from getting back into to any great extent.
 
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Mailing it off Monday so I hope the results will be up by Friday, I will put it up on EADD to let folks see what it is as I have nothing to hide.
Hey ZB. I hope you're doing OK.

Have Wedinos published your results yet?

A couple of months should definitely be enough time for them to have done so.
 
Never a truer word spoken brother - as a Birmingham resident I look forward to my council tax being 20% higher in just over a years time!

Would also argue that the spice epidemic was/is worse in the Midlands than it ever was in Manchester, but when it's happening in spitting distance of Salford media city its always going to attract more coverage
 
i dont know where u from but im in west of uk near west midland. i was told th best area for good quality right now are bradford,leeds, birmingham, manchester, bolton and huddersfield, i do know there are few more but i cant remember lol.. london used to be the best spot for a long time but not anymore? didnt blondie say he came from london??
Where are yous finding dealers in Manchester? Seems impossible, everyone just sells bud, flake, md but I like my pain pills, morphine oxy
 
I have one personal connect (a friend- the person I was buying the methamphetamine from) and at the moment it is the only person I can go to for guaranteed strong clean brown heroin - they usually have a couple of different ones in but being so rare its well expensive (I got a lot of that 'chocolate chip' stuff over the summer which is one of the choices 9/10, having last seen it in 2008).

At £50 a gram though I cannot be bothered anymore, considering that after 19 years since my first period of habitual use has left even an occasional injector like me with no choice but to stop sticking myself now or seriously hurt myself. The last couple of shots I could not register ended up going down the toilet, but they were nitazene brews off the street (which I am sorry to say do work as disgusting and unpredictable as they are, being occasionally strong enough for me to just be able to smoke off a plate without having to do the usual and shoot the first dose to breakthru the tolerance my methadone Rx causes.)

I went out yesterday to stock up on BZD's and plumped for a couple of strips of 100mg Zomorph XR Sulphate Morphine as I find them a safer and more reliable alternative to brown heroin or its various street replacements doing the rounds. theres no point in trying to crank them - the XR matrix is a bitch to break down, its not safe even with the micron filters I have and I have never enjoyed the histamine release from trying to IV morphine tablets. Considering how much is metabolised when eaten, I still just take the tablets as one is supposed to now, sometimes chewing through half of them to break the time release a little.

I find about 800mg chased down with 20mg of Methadone and 4mg of clonazepam (or 2mg clonazepam and 1mg alprazolam) is enough to give me a proper decent poppy nod for 3 - 4 hours, provided I don't do it every week or take my Methadone Rx in the 24 48 hours beforehand (it always hits me best if I'm just beginning to feel the neutral symptoms of the sickness starting, yawning, sneezing, rhinitis etc).

I do acknowledge how big these doses may seem to some - its not a recommendation its just a fact from someone who is on 350mls Physeptone a week (50mg methadone / day when I am taking it as prescribed) and has such a ludicrous bzd tolerance that I consider a 2mg clonazepam tablet a minimum effective dose (I can sometimes get away with a little less when using different benzo's but even when using Diazepam I still take 30mg (despite what the conversion tables say I think that subjectively 2mg clonazepam is = 25 - 35mg diazepam, not 40) ). I do not take them every day but at minimum I will have at least 2 separate doses of a bzd derivative 3 - 5 times every 14 days or so.
Like you I mostly take my physeptone. I do buy H about weekly for an ex but haven't actually had any of it for some time since my femoral finally gave up the ghost. My connect is a Yardie I've known for donkeys years and apparently the H works but there's less of it- I still don't understand patois enough to have anything but the most basic conversation about his sources but they'll probably be Jamaican, presumably with an Afghani higher up the source route

I lived in Moseley for many years as I was bought up in Brum-used to go out to a techno club called the House of God (I digress) I'm with you on hitting Morphine. I actually used to get it prescribed as OST. I find that even with Methadone 50mg I'll get a nod on 80mg Oxycodone chewed if I don't do it too often and add a bit of xanax.
 
Like you I mostly take my physeptone. I do buy H about weekly for an ex but haven't actually had any of it for some time since my femoral finally gave up the ghost. My connect is a Yardie I've known for donkeys years and apparently the H works but there's less of it- I still don't understand patois enough to have anything but the most basic conversation about his sources but they'll probably be Jamaican, presumably with an Afghani higher up the source route

I lived in Moseley for many years as I was bought up in Brum-used to go out to a techno club called the House of God (I digress) I'm with you on hitting Morphine. I actually used to get it prescribed as OST. I find that even with Methadone 50mg I'll get a nod on 80mg Oxycodone chewed if I don't do it too often and add a bit of xanax.

Sorry Dock did spend 45 min om Saturday writing a response but it ended up turning into waffle so Ill have another go in the next day or 2 its been quite the w/e
 
No worries Stee ! I'm hoping that it was quite the w/e in a positive way ;)

It should have been but having developed the confidence to go out for a pint for the first time in years I made the mistake of thinking I could find myself being considered good company by a female who having become sick of the 4 apes who having spent the night paying no attention to her until they realised that she was the only girl left in the pub started pawing her in an effort to make sure that they did not find it appropriate that she thought I was a real man thinking I could charm her with nothing but adult behaviour instead of taking what I decided is mine. So, in order to demonstrate such they took my drink poured it over my head before pushing me outside and insisting I got lost and went home. When I explained I already was home (my house is next door to the pub) they showed me what smart ass fucks like me get for preventing a potential rape by headbutting me twice.

I was thankfully full of speed and i had taken a trip so I was able to go inside and get the music bouncing as my head was just covered in lumps and bumps with the only blood coming from my ear stopping within minutes.

I feel fucking depressed now tho. I have no way of leaving my house without drawing attention to the fact that people are offended by my pretence to be anything but a threat just because I think that treating people with respect will fool them into thinking they need a real excuse to hate me as doing either anything or nothing will result in what I am sure by the end of the year will be the dirty old man who somehow is never seen anywhere near young children, meaning I have only one thing I must be desperate to hide.

I will answer your post Doc if I get out of this funk of a fit - Im just feeling really sorry for myself and having no one to blame but myself and how naive I was to think that being a nice and well intentioned person for my entire life means that I had to wait decades for everyone I have cared about to fuck me over before realising I am a fucking stupid sucker and being of no use in this world any more to anyone beyond my parents, too self absorbed and selfish to kill myself deliberately.
 
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How you know about Jack London?

I'll see you that & raise you Jack Black ;)
I cant remember how I first heard about him tbh, although I somehow ended up with Call Of The Wild on audio book, on my mp3 player, in the early 2010s, and started listening to it! I was so hooked I stayed awake all night long to listen to the whole 14 hours in one sitting!

I know the book has its critics, but I enjoyed it very much on first listen (yeah I was high ;) )

I've since found out alot more about Mr London and listened to several of his short stories, many of which are fantastic, and some of his novels. Which have been hit and miss for me.

In general though I've been learning more about books and authors. My most amazing recent find is definitely Cormac Mcarthy. Just wow!

So, I see your Jack Black and raise you Cormac McCarthy. The Road. He's an amazing writer imho.

No Country For Old Men, and Blood Meridian are also amazing.
 
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It should have been but having developed the confidence to go out for a pint for the first time in years I made the mistake of thinking I could find myself being considered good company by a female who having become sick of the 4 apes who having spent the night paying no attention to her until they realised that she was the only girl left in the pub started pawing her in an effort to make sure that they did not find it appropriate that she thought I was a real man thinking I could charm her with nothing but adult behaviour instead of taking what I decided is mine. So, in order to demonstrate such they took my drink poured it over my head before pushing me outside and insisting I got lost and went home. When I explained I already was home (my house is next door to the pub) they showed me what smart ass fucks like me get for preventing a potential rape by headbutting me twice.

I was thankfully full of speed and i had taken a trip so I was able to go inside and get the music bouncing as my head was just covered in lumps and bumps with the only blood coming from my ear stopping within minutes.

I feel fucking depressed now tho. I have no way of leaving my house without drawing attention to the fact that people are offended by my pretence to be anything but a threat just because I think that treating people with respect will fool them into thinking they need a real excuse to hate me as doing either anything or nothing will result in what I am sure by the end of the year will be the dirty old man who somehow is never seen anywhere near young children, meaning I have only one thing I must be desperate to hide.

I will answer your post Doc if I get out of this funk of a fit - Im just feeling really sorry for myself and having no one to blame but myself and how naive I was to think that being a nice and well intentioned person for my entire life means that I had to wait decades for everyone I have cared about to fuck me over before realising I am a fucking stupid sucker and being of no use in this world any more to anyone beyond my parents, too self absorbed and selfish to kill myself deliberately.
Oh shit . Crap. I feel for you all too much. The combination of my highly stigmatised addictions, combined with various psychological factors left me very isolated for many years.

Remember that isolation is one of the standard means of breaking someone's spirit.
 
I cant remember how I first heard about him tbh, although I somehow ended up with Call Of The Wild on audio book, on my mp3 player, in the early 2010s, and started listening to it! I was so hooked I stayed awake all night long to listen to the whole 14 hours in one sitting!

I know the book has its critics, but I enjoyed it very much on first listen (yeah I was high ;) )

I've since found out alot more about Mr London and listened to several of his short stories, many of which are fantastic, and some of his novels. Which have been hit and miss for me.

In general though I've been learning more about books and authors. My most amazing recent find is definitely Cormac Mcarthy. Just wow!

So, I see your Jack Black and raise you Cormac McCarthy. The Road. He's an amazing writer imho.

No Country For Old Men, and Blood Meridian are also amazing.
You heard of Henry David Thoreau or Michael Finkel?

I was sure No Country For Old Men was just a movie but I live & learn.
Jack London is amazing, I learned about him via Burroughs & then I saw the movie released a few years ago about a dog & it's called The call of The Wild.

I am Obsessed with tales about The Old American Hobo's & people who ride the rails & live in the Wild.

I Promise you that book I said about "You Can't Win" by Jack Black is amazing, if you get the book & don't fall in love with it I will give you the cash back myself, this is a Promise not loose talk.

"You hold in your hands a true lost classic, one of the most legendary cult books every published in America. Jack Black's autobiography was a bestseller and went through five printings in the late 1920's. It has led a mostly subterranean existence since then - best known as William S. Burrough's favorite book, one he admitted lifting big chunks of from memory for his first novel, Junky. But it's time we got wise to this book, which is in itself a remarkably wise book - and a ripping true saga. It's an amazing journey into the hobo underworld: freight hopping around the still wide open West at the turn of the 20th century, becoming a member of the "yegg" (criminal) brotherhood and a highwayman, learning the outlaw philosophy from Foot-and-a-half George and the Sanctimonious Kid, getting hooked on opium, passing through hobo jungles, hop joints and penitentiaries. This is a chunk of the American story entirely left out of the history books - it's a lot richer and stranger than the official version. This new edition also includes an Afterword that tells some of what became of Black after he wore out the outlaw life and washed up in San Francisco, wrote this book and reinvented himself."

"“Looking back at it, it seems to me that I was blown here and there like a dead leaf whipped about by the autumn winds till at last it finds lodgment in some cozy fence corner. When I left school at fourteen I was as unsophisticated as a boy could be; I knew no more of the world and its strange ways than the gentle, saintly woman who taught me my prayers in the convent. Before me twentieth birthday I was on the docket of criminal court, on trial for burglary.”

"“An old chinaman - he must have been sixty - shuffled by me hastily with a hop layout and spread it out in a nearby bunk. He was shaking with the yen-yen, the hop habit. His withered, claw-like hands trembled as he feverishly rolled the first pill, a large one. His burning eyes devoured it. Half-cooked, he stuck the pill in its place, and turning his pipe to the lamp, greedily sucked the smoke into his lungs. Now, with a long grateful exhalation, the smoke is discharged. The cramped limbs relax and straighten out. The smoker heaves a sigh of satisfaction, and the hands, no longer shaking, turn with surer touch to another pill. This is smaller, rolled and shaped with more care, better cooked and inhaled with a long, slaw draw. Each succeeding pill is smaller, more carefully browned over the lamp and smoked with increasing pleasure.”
 
You heard of Henry David Thoreau or Michael Finkel?

I was sure No Country For Old Men was just a movie but I live & learn.
Jack London is amazing, I learned about him via Burroughs & then I saw the movie released a few years ago about a dog & it's called The call of The Wild.

I am Obsessed with tales about The Old American Hobo's & people who ride the rails & live in the Wild.

I Promise you that book I said about "You Can't Win" by Jack Black is amazing, if you get the book & don't fall in love with it I will give you the cash back myself, this is a Promise not loose talk.

"You hold in your hands a true lost classic, one of the most legendary cult books every published in America. Jack Black's autobiography was a bestseller and went through five printings in the late 1920's. It has led a mostly subterranean existence since then - best known as William S. Burrough's favorite book, one he admitted lifting big chunks of from memory for his first novel, Junky. But it's time we got wise to this book, which is in itself a remarkably wise book - and a ripping true saga. It's an amazing journey into the hobo underworld: freight hopping around the still wide open West at the turn of the 20th century, becoming a member of the "yegg" (criminal) brotherhood and a highwayman, learning the outlaw philosophy from Foot-and-a-half George and the Sanctimonious Kid, getting hooked on opium, passing through hobo jungles, hop joints and penitentiaries. This is a chunk of the American story entirely left out of the history books - it's a lot richer and stranger than the official version. This new edition also includes an Afterword that tells some of what became of Black after he wore out the outlaw life and washed up in San Francisco, wrote this book and reinvented himself."

"“Looking back at it, it seems to me that I was blown here and there like a dead leaf whipped about by the autumn winds till at last it finds lodgment in some cozy fence corner. When I left school at fourteen I was as unsophisticated as a boy could be; I knew no more of the world and its strange ways than the gentle, saintly woman who taught me my prayers in the convent. Before me twentieth birthday I was on the docket of criminal court, on trial for burglary.”

"“An old chinaman - he must have been sixty - shuffled by me hastily with a hop layout and spread it out in a nearby bunk. He was shaking with the yen-yen, the hop habit. His withered, claw-like hands trembled as he feverishly rolled the first pill, a large one. His burning eyes devoured it. Half-cooked, he stuck the pill in its place, and turning his pipe to the lamp, greedily sucked the smoke into his lungs. Now, with a long grateful exhalation, the smoke is discharged. The cramped limbs relax and straighten out. The smoker heaves a sigh of satisfaction, and the hands, no longer shaking, turn with surer touch to another pill. This is smaller, rolled and shaped with more care, better cooked and inhaled with a long, slaw draw. Each succeeding pill is smaller, more carefully browned over the lamp and smoked with increasing pleasure.”
I'm fascinated by Alaska, and the gold rush, and Jack London's accounts of it in particular, for some reason.

(Not connected with Jack London, but I was also very interested to learn that Donald Trump's grandfather was one of a few to make his fortune during the gold rush. Not via finding gold, but by providing a hotel, drinking hole, and 'house of ill repute' basically, to accomodate the prospectors. When they all moved away from the location of the hotel to new pastures, in search of more gold, Trump had the whole business relocated to where the action moved to!

He made a fortune off the back of this, and must have passed his wealth on to his son, Fred Trump, who further made good himself as a property developer and landlord in Brooklyn. (Woodie Guthrie and / or Bob Dylan wrote 'protest songs' about Brooklyn landlord, "old man Trump". And we all know who one of Fred Trumps' sons is and what he has achieved!

I like the way many of my interests have connected and tied up, the more I've found out about all of this!)

But back to Jack London, I loved The Call Of The Wild audio book. I stayed awake all night in bed listening to the whole 14 hours in one go.

Some of his short stories, set in the Alaskan gold rush, about men and their dogs, vs wolves, the cold, each other, are amazing. I can list you the best ones ive found if you like.

The guy was so lucky that as an aspiring writer he had an incredibly adventurous young life and had so much real life material to draw on, including experiencing Alaska during the gold rush, just at the time magazine publication was exploding. They lapped up his stories, which were based on one of the "in vogue" subjects of the time, and many based on real experiences, and he became fabulously succesful and wealthy.

I'll definately have a look into Jack Black and the book you mentioned. (Edit: I've just found a source for the audio book and am currently downloading it right now. I'll be sure to give it a try.)

No Country For Old Men, and The Road are both very good movies, but they closely mirror the books by Cormac Mcarthy, that the movies are based on. I think they may have finally began filming Blood Meridian, but there have been a lot of aborted attempts until this point. He's an amazing writer though, I'm lost for word to describe his writing, he just has great style, is the only way I can put it.

I'm familiar with Theroux, and his book Walden. That guy McCandles / Alexander Super Tramp, who was in one of my favourite films, Into The Wild, had that book with him, and it meant a lot to him, and the subject matter is up my street too. (Again more things seeming to connect up and coming full circle.)

It's kind of dry though, and the old fashioned language makes it not an easy listen imho. It probably doesnt help that that audiobook has become of my default audiobooks that I use to help me fall asleep. I should try listening to it properly, when Im doing the washing up or something, which is when I do most of my listening.

Finkel is a new one on me tbh. I'll look him up!
 
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Two piles of Total Shit from people I have gone to for ages.
Some of the worst Gear I've seen in years & it's everywhere.

My one guy has cut the size down by 1/3rd of what his sold for years & it was shocking quality too.
 
Slowly getting Flambé in my own sweat, 48 hours of Nothing & I'm slowly boiling alive in my own body fluids released from under my armpits.
 
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