17th Issue General Heroin Discussion v. Perfect Day

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Blue does using every in e in a while fuck with your head at all? I have had times when on subs I would use like onece a month, and it didn't really bother me too much.
 
It didn't used to, but I got so fucked up from it this time, it kind of did...People talk about suboxone blocking, and I know it does, but this dope cut through it like it wasn't even there.

I spent so long with a habit, where I was functioning, it makes you forget the high that gets you into it in the first place. Not gonna lie, I still love it....but being a heroin addict is depressing...

I've spent so many years pretending to give a fuck just to keep up appearances, but the only thing I cared about was using as much dope as humanly possible.

But do I care about using once in a while? No....The first tie I got clean for a few years, I renounced all the drugs and the whole lifestyle, then at one point, I just decided to stop feeling guilty about it...I like getting high, that will never change, and I don't apologize for it!

But the days of spending the food and rent money on dope to the point where I'm on the street in January with nowhere to go, dopesick...I'll draw the line before that ever happens again! First few years on the needle, I lived as basically a street junkie in my early twenties....my friends and family wanted nothing to do with me, because I'd rob them and tell them lies...but instead of quitting, I just got better at using!

If it wasn't for the amount of maintenance drugs floating around out there, a lot of people would find themselves fucked! Who in there right mind is gonna sit there for a week sick? I never kicked on my own cold turkey...couldn't do it...the second the opportunity presents itself, I'll get well....I hate the horrible mental shit I get from being dopesick worse than the physical shit almost...The dope blocks all that self-loathing out, you just don't care....but when you're lying there all weak with cold-sweats, reality sets in and it's horrible!

I went through 2 full days of moderate withdrawals just using 2 days...The suboxone only started working again a few hours ago, and I got high Thursday night!
 
oldhippytony said:
axl blaze, you are welcome! I was a “functioning” addict (holding a 9 to 5 job for most of the 10 years when I used hard in the East Village) so my life was relatively routine … err … boring. Cop early in the AM so as to get me through to the PM, and then repeat. Many if not most days addicts had their choice of any number of stamps, all sold in the open air. Hell, at certain intersections (Avenue B and 3rd St., for example) on days when the heat was off and shit was wide open, the boys would be hawking a different stamp on each of the 4 corners simultaneously. Coke was plentiful also, both in powder and rock form.

In addition to street sales, some of the more savvy dope operations set up shop in burnt-out, abandoned buildings, present on most if not all streets on the Lower East Side at that time. The buildings all had a dank, musty, smoke (as in fire) smell. Electricity to these buildings was non-existent and they were always dark, brutally hot in the summer and bitter cold in the winter. The only light would come from candles used by the workers. I recall the protocol at one indoor spot, located on 2nd St., between Ave. B & C. Customers would enter through a hole in the wall on ground level and walk up a flight or two of stairs and cue up, not making a sound. There were always one or two kids with baseball bats or sticks there to greet customers. Most were teenage kids, charged with keeping order, ensuring that no one would cut the line. Talking was also forbidden, as it may draw attention of a passing patrol car or worse yet, beat cop.

If the sellers were re-upping, the line would get real long, real fast at this spot. This was especially true if word on the street had it that the dope was “smoking.” If you had an extra $5 to give to the kid keeping the line in check, you would get what was called “express” service and be escorted to the front. I’d always worry that the weight of all of the people would cause the staircase to collapse. These building, condemned by the City, were extremely hazardous.

What set this spot apart from the others was “the bucket.” As I mentioned, customers would cue up on the stairs. At the head of the line, on one of the landings, the “count man” would be posted up. He would take the customer’s money, count it, and deposit it into a bucket that was attached to a rope hanging from a hole cut in the roof of the building. The count man would then yell out, in Spanish, the number of bags paid for. The bucket would then rise and disappear through the hole in the roof, only to reappear a few seconds later with the product.

The beauty of this operation, from the dealer’s perspective, was that one NEVER saw the dude with the stash. In addition, lookouts posted on either corner would alert the crew whenever police would pass, giving the dude on the roof with the stash and the cash ample time to skate. I’ll never forget how when the alert was sounded (lookouts would yell “Bajando” … Spanish for they are coming down) my heart would pound through my chest as I stood in line with dozens of other addicts, silently awaiting the police to come crashing in. Rarely if ever was this the case however. When the all clear sign was given, minutes would pass until the roof dude (or gal?) returned and business would resume. When this spot was operating on all cylinders, unfettered by New York's Finest, I'm quite sure it would take in tens of thousands of dollars a shift.

Ahhh … those were the days.
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That reminds me of the movie 'Bullet' when he goes into the abandoned building to cop, only to get robbed of the 'hot bags' that he was sold.

BostonBrownTown said:
^^^ ahh, the good ole' days. how much sub are you taking? I know you mentioned it on here a number of times and I remember it being a small dosage, right? I always thought 12HRS was enough regardless; esp. if it's been a while and you blast half the G away.

RazKal - dude, for someone who has been using dope for 25+ years, how the hell does 2 bags get you that fired up? or even nod? you should legit wake up and thank god daily that he somehow kept your tolerance at a minimum. if most could spend $20/day and blast away then I think the world may be addicted to heroin.
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I still can't believe that suboxone had any effect on you when you were going back-and-forth all the time with that big of a habit. I think you said that you would get high at night, and then take a few mg of sub in the morning to hold you over until the nighttime when you could cop again, right? The biggest habit that I could have while doing that while the subs could still work was around 4 bags a day of mediocre stuff. If it was the fire I was getting from either my BK guy or Queens guy then it was 2 bags, otherwise it was 4 'local bags' which are smaller and it little weaker than the stuff from the city.

But going back-and-forth that often while doing anymore than that would render the suboxone completely useless, so much so that it would be pointless to take any in the morning to try to hold me over until the evening as it wouldn't even touch the sickness, and just complicate things more. It would only work if I was a little more stable on subs, and since there was some in my system most of the time I could use at night to get a little high, and not have to worry about precipitated withdrawals in the morning about 14 hours after my last dose, but that only worked when I had enough sub in me to block the dope a bit but not enough to not get me high, and then I could resume taking the subs with no worries.

Of course the subs wouldn't work as well when I would finally fully transition back onto them, and so a week was needed for them to work as much as they ever would for me, which was not as much as they did before I ever started the whole back-and-forth nonsense. But after my last time on subs I wouldn't go back on them again as the positive effects from them did not outweigh the negative effects from them, so that's that for me.
 
I bet you if we took everyone who posts on this thread in any major drug area of the US, with the exception of Alaska and Hawaii and weird-ass places without a real dope scene like where I live now...

Let's say we took everyone from the northeast that knew their way around their local area as far as scoring dope goes....

Some places may have higher purity than others, but I bet for the money you spend, it pretty much evens out....

When Old Hippy Tony was copping singles in Alphabet City in the late '80s, I can't turn around and compare that to the 2 bundles I did in Rhode Island this past week, and so on and so on....
 
Tommyboy - when I was going back and forth I was at the very end of a long run; bupe is the last thing I'd want to use. it's not something that I used daily, or even 2 days straight. its something I'd use once or twice a week and be shooting dope the rest of the time. the only times it would ever come into affect is when I knew I would have no money, no source. this is when I was even buying bupe on the street for street pricing; so that another reason I didnt play bupe as much.

but yea, there were def. days i'd take 2MG at 7AM and somehow money would come out of no where around 5PM and I'd shoot a G at 7/8PM and def. feel jammed. gram being the minimum usually. sometimes more. would I have gotten more jammed if I didnt take the bupe? probably. we are talking over 5 months ago here and my memory is fried.
 
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RazKal - dude, for someone who has been using dope for 25+ years, how the hell does 2 bags get you that fired up? or even nod? you should legit wake up and thank god daily that he somehow kept your tolerance at a minimum. if most could spend $20/day and blast away then I think the world may be addicted to heroin.[/QUOTE]Well usually for the amount of $ I mentioned I get three...sometimes the stuff I get is fire and knocks me for a loop; three bags in the cooker is a good amount for me to shoot at once and the bags have great counts...
 
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RazKal - dude, for someone who has been using dope for 25+ years, how the hell does 2 bags get you that fired up? or even nod? you should legit wake up and thank god daily that he somehow kept your tolerance at a minimum. if most could spend $20/day and blast away then I think the world may be addicted to heroin.
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Well usually for the amount of $ I mentioned I get three...sometimes the stuff I get is fire and knocks me for a loop; three bags in the cooker is a good amount for me to shoot at once and the bags have great counts...[/QUOTE]

wow, man. maybe you are legit getting killer dope and mine was shit. kinda weird if you think about it. I've always scored dope in Boston from 3-4 diff people in my life, so maybe my dope always sucked, ha. but man, 3 bags for the amount of money is cheap. and to be nodding out? I hope you are all and good man, cuz it seems you got it nice. ha. do you feel your addiction has brought your life down? have money, family, work, other issues? the reason I ask is because when I first started using years and years ago I'd be doing an OC 10-20 a day (talking in 00-1) and only spending 10-20 bucks and my life was fine. no one noticed a thing. everything kept good. no problems, small addiction, but didnt cost much, wasnt noticed much. of course it eventually built and ruined my life in my ways for a long time.. but while doing the short amount, small money, etc, it never affected me in a negative way.
 
BlueHues said:
I bet you if we took everyone who posts on this thread in any major drug area of the US, with the exception of Alaska and Hawaii and weird-ass places without a real dope scene like where I live now...

Let's say we took everyone from the northeast that knew their way around their local area as far as scoring dope goes....

Some places may have higher purity than others, but I bet for the money you spend, it pretty much evens out....

When Old Hippy Tony was copping singles in Alphabet City in the late '80s, I can't turn around and compare that to the 2 bundles I did in Rhode Island this past week, and so on and so on....
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Probably true to some extent. But it really all comes down to connections. And in certain parts of the country you are going to find a good connection with a little leg work. Other parts you might not ever, or it could take a whole lot of risky activity.

I also think its more that pricing is equal, in the sense that the .2 bags sold in one area are equal to 4x of the .05 bags you might cop somewhere else. But the purity will still be the determining factor in what you are getting for your money. So that comes down to connections, higher up the totem pole, or less hands that touched it, the better the connect is.
 
Believe me Brown, my life is far from ideal...livin with Mom and my brother who's also an addict, not working as much as I want to cause things are slow as fuk right now. That's how my tolerance is so low atm...should be happy but you know how it is if I could do more I surely will!!! Have no self-control to kick so I can try to get a legit job with a weekly paycheck, not this kinda on-call shit I'm doin with the landlord dude I haven't done any work for him since before X-mas so the last few weeks have been shitty having to depend on others to get my sick off...I'm surprised I haven't kicked cold-turkey but it seems like shit always comes my way even down to the wire(like on day 2 of being sick)...Just thankful I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and a PC with Internet to write this...
 
RaZkaL86 said:
ust thankful I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and a PC with Internet to write this...
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right here is what people need to SEE/REALIZE what life is about. what do drugs do? jails institutions and death, right? well, I've seen 2 out of the 3, and even that 3rd one I came awful close a few times. some of the world does not realize how good they have it because they never lived/saw how others are getting by and living. I come from a mid income family and never lived on a VERY low end of things; I struggled due to addiction at times, lives in halfway houses, 6 months in-house rehabs, jail, but if I needed a roof over the head I always had it w/ the family. same goes for food on the table and the internet, as RazKal said. a lot of people out there dont realize that there are many, many people in the world that dont have this. I've met a lot of these people during my life due to where addiction led me but to be honest addiction led me to OPEN MY FUCKING EYES AND REALIZE WHAT LIFE REALLY IS.

anyone else get me here? been down my road? feel you've seen a lot and are just damn happy to have what you have today and where you are today.. considering all the shit you've seen, done, maybe still doing.. crazy when you think about it.

dont get me wrong; I've been done and out many times; just wanting to die cuz I just couldnt stand life, but I always had what you mentioned, a family w/ food, a roof and the internet. it saved my life that they ever cared enough. as said, not everyone has this.
 
BlueHues said:
When you have a habit, you really forget what a potent drug heroin really is. You get to a point where a few bong rips gets you higher than $100 worth of dope, it's just ridiculous at that point, not even worth it...but we keep going like that anyway!
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this post made me drool...
 
Old Hippy Tony did you ever do "Blue Magic" bags? I'm sure most of us saw the movie American Gangster.
 
Welderman said:
Old Hippy Tony did you ever do "Blue Magic" bags?
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I can't say that I have. Two very popular stamps that persevered throughout the 1980s on the Lower East Side were "Poison" and "Tango & Cash." The former was available 7 days a week, primarily on Delancey St. just inside the park that runs from Houston to Canal (Sara Roosevelt Park?) while the latter was slung out of a hole in the wall of an abandoned building on the north side of 3rd St. just west of Ave. B. Tango & Cash could be found in a number of other places as well, including neighborhoods uptown if I remember correctly.

The Poison boys would open up at 7 AM sharp every day. Many customers would arrive well in advance so as to be sure to cop before the spot sold out. They (we) would take a seat on the park benches and await the arrival of the crew. I recall sitting there in the dark some mornings in the freezing cold in the dead of winter along with a dozen or (usually) more junkies. Most were sick, as evidenced by constant yawning, sniffles, and shaking. There was little, if any conversation. Next on the scene was a team of lookouts who at that particular stage of the operation had the important role of scanning the perimeter (including rooftops) for signs of police. Folks on the benches were relieved to see the lookouts because just as the sighting of a robin in spring is the harbinger of warmer days ahead, these boys were almost a sure sign that the material would be arriving soon. Once they were satisfied that the spot was secure, the lookouts would prep the customers for the arrival of the seller: "have your money ready, cop and go, and no fucking singles." The seller(s) would eventually show up and usually sit on the end of one particular bench. Those who arrived first in the morning would sit at that bench, knowing that they would be served first, unless a late arrival came along that was willing to pay one of the crew $5 "express" to move to the head of the "line." Everyone would remain seated on various benches, sliding down one spot on their bench or over to the next bench, each time a sale was made, until they moved to the bench where the action was taking place. Those (usually white guys) that were unfamiliar to the crew were pulled out of line and questioned. A show of track marks would get them back in line. In an effort to somehow prove that they were not undercover cops, those without track marks were occasionally forced to pay for and sniff a bag on the spot. I think these were the only circumstances in my life that I was grateful for having needle marks in the crook of my elbow.

Just so it's clear that I'm not "sourcing," the scenario I describe took place 30 years ago. I visited New York City a week ago and did a walking tour of my old stomping grounds. Each of the locations mentioned above look nothing like they did 30 years ago. For example, the spot with the hole in the wall on 3rd St. is now a luxury condo and the park is no longer filled with desperation but with the delightful sounds of children's laughter. If I get some time later today I will post a review of my trip to NYC (and Atlantic City and Philadelphia) in the New York thread.
 
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Since there's this talk of bong rips getting you higher than so much dope, I feel that I must chime in and say that I am in total love with this desk vaporiser I got. It's not a vape pen, so I can't bring it with me, but I use it when I am in front of my computer, all the time. It has a digital readout and allows you to set the temperature up to around 430 degree. I usually find 390 is good for the headies I can pick up. Vaping gets me so high with much less weed. It's amazing, an 8th of headies can last me like a week and then some vaping it With that amount of money, I usually finish in a day being on dope.

Someday I might try crack in the vaporiser, but so far its been just buds
 
A couple boxes of Macaroni and Cheese will fill me up more than a 8 oz filet Mignon cooked by a gourmet chef, too.
 
I've had 'blue magic' bags before, but they weren't from the same timeframe.. This was maybe a year, half a year ago...
Also, I recently came across 'Poison' bags with the skull & crossbones.. they were killer, but were only around for a short while (2 weeks)
Tango & cash... that shit sounds so fuckin' cash.. love that movie.

Anyways, I'm coppin' some shit called 'godfather' these days.. pretty good. although, it comes in a white wax bag instead of blue.. which is super uncommon.
But idgaf what it comes in as long as it gets the job done.
 
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