DopaMan
Bluelighter
I have been kicking around this idea for awhile. I have known many folks who have changed their drug of choice (DOC) over the years. Sometimes the change is rather surprising, like from a sedating drug (alcohol) to a stimulating one (cocaine). Sometimes it is not so surprising, such as a switch from benzodiazepines to opioids.
I'll start with a story of some folks I had met in beautiful Ohio. One night I was out grabbing some beers at the store and I was accosted by an older black gentleman who asked if I was in need of "some 420." I took this to me marijuana and told him I did not smoke but I was looking for ANYTHING else, such as pills or cocaine.
I was taken back to the house which was on the edge of the towns historical district and whose outside possessed the typical features but whose inside was a full fledged crackhouse. Just glancing inside would put a frown on your face, you could see the misery of every inhabitant in the wrinkled faces inside. I was about 21 or so when we crossed paths and meeting them would set me up for my eventual spiral downwards and subsequent redemption.
I slowly learned of this group's past as hardcore junkies shooting heroin mixed with Placidyl (an old school downer, which apparently stunk like hell) and the infamous "T's and blues" when dope got short. They told me of past arrests and a write up in the paper with the cops stating that "they had enough sharps to start a pharmacy." Now they were nothing but products of the 1980's so called "crack epidemic." What blew my mind was that they could go from being hopeless junkies going from a good couple hour nod brought on by dangerous old school depressants and dope to the minute to minute geek out freaks that are crack users, especially as they aged! Although I must note that they all swilled down 40 oz. of disgusting malt liquor.
I once witnessed one of the house regulars had fallen off of a ladder and broke several bones during a side job to get some dope money. What I saw was a man in an almost full body cast howling incoherently with wild eyes. He had traded his pain pills which I had made plans to buy only an hour earlier for a small quantity of crack. I believe the crack + excruciating pain made him incoherent and it was terrifying.
The stories go on, from the crack dealer who kept the dishes washed (he needed a clean kitchen to cook crack) by offering $10 hits to those who washed them to the sight of grandchildren running around as "grandma" and "grandpa" screamed at each other in a crack frenzy.
So please can you tell of other stories, and not necessarily your own, of changes in drug of choice?
I'll start with a story of some folks I had met in beautiful Ohio. One night I was out grabbing some beers at the store and I was accosted by an older black gentleman who asked if I was in need of "some 420." I took this to me marijuana and told him I did not smoke but I was looking for ANYTHING else, such as pills or cocaine.
I was taken back to the house which was on the edge of the towns historical district and whose outside possessed the typical features but whose inside was a full fledged crackhouse. Just glancing inside would put a frown on your face, you could see the misery of every inhabitant in the wrinkled faces inside. I was about 21 or so when we crossed paths and meeting them would set me up for my eventual spiral downwards and subsequent redemption.
I slowly learned of this group's past as hardcore junkies shooting heroin mixed with Placidyl (an old school downer, which apparently stunk like hell) and the infamous "T's and blues" when dope got short. They told me of past arrests and a write up in the paper with the cops stating that "they had enough sharps to start a pharmacy." Now they were nothing but products of the 1980's so called "crack epidemic." What blew my mind was that they could go from being hopeless junkies going from a good couple hour nod brought on by dangerous old school depressants and dope to the minute to minute geek out freaks that are crack users, especially as they aged! Although I must note that they all swilled down 40 oz. of disgusting malt liquor.
I once witnessed one of the house regulars had fallen off of a ladder and broke several bones during a side job to get some dope money. What I saw was a man in an almost full body cast howling incoherently with wild eyes. He had traded his pain pills which I had made plans to buy only an hour earlier for a small quantity of crack. I believe the crack + excruciating pain made him incoherent and it was terrifying.
The stories go on, from the crack dealer who kept the dishes washed (he needed a clean kitchen to cook crack) by offering $10 hits to those who washed them to the sight of grandchildren running around as "grandma" and "grandpa" screamed at each other in a crack frenzy.
So please can you tell of other stories, and not necessarily your own, of changes in drug of choice?
