loisenburg
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- Sep 17, 2013
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This is my first post but I refuse to bore you with a long commentary introducing myself to the community. I'll keep it short and sweet. My name's loisenburg, how ya'll bluelighters feeling on this fine evening? I have a story I'd like to share. I'd also like to inform everyone that I value the power of discussion and the things that can be learnt and am therefore extending an invitation to all members to share their thoughts with me. Hopefully no slick rick's talkin bout his girl vic takin bump's off his dick while heatin up her rig with his bic. Now that we got all that out of the way I'd like to commence.
For years I have battled opiate addiction. Thinking back I can't quite remember the past 3 years, let alone the first time I decided to ingest that devilish pill. I'm not positive what triggered my sudden interest in the almighty opiate, but in the murky depths of my mind one comes to the conclusion that it was an easy escape from my depression. "The first time" I used was most definitely one of the most amazing euphoric experiences in my life, as most others can attest to. Hydromorphone contin (aka my girl hydie) was my opiate of choice, and from then on there was no turning back. I suddenly became enveloped in my addiction, struggling to escape but never able to find the light at the end of the tunnel. After 3 years and several attempts I finally made a decision to move away and get clean. I managed to stay clean for an entire 12 weeks, no opiates, alcohol, weed, mdma or any other substance imaginable. Life was simple again. I was no longer part of the zombie apocalypse of the 21st century (although some might dedicate that distinction to 12 year old girls walking around the mall with their brand new fucking iPhone). I decided to return home and start fresh. After roughly a week I ran into an old associate who informed me that he was in the possession of some bomb #4. I figured what the heck, what's one more kick at the can? I decided to purchase a stamp and go about the rest of my day, saving the Godly H for a night time ritual of getting blasted. As I eased open the flap dosage comparison flashed through my mind, as I had always been a hydie user and not a smack user. I briefly thought "I know next to nothing about this shit" but proceeded anyways. I started with a small bump and almost a minute later felt quite a rush. I then went for another, and then one more. At this point I was feeling very good. I was tearing apart Bloons Tower Defence 4 like never before. After successfully completing a round I decided I would go for one last, larger bump and pop til i dropped. Needless to say I took that one last bump, felt a burning sensation in my nostril and next thing I knew I woke up in am ambulance. I proceeded to yack like I never have before for the next 6 hours while floating in and out of consciousness. Even after recieving the neutrilizer (hoping you guys can help me with the proper term) I was still in rough shape for the whole next day. I spent the weekend in bed and am now feeling much, much better. The doctor told my mother had she not found me when she did I would've most likely had brain damage in another 30 minutes and been dead in another hour or two. Crazy to think what can happen when your being immature and naive to the powerful effects of such a potent drug. If anyone else has a similar story I invite you to share it. Thank you all for reading.
For years I have battled opiate addiction. Thinking back I can't quite remember the past 3 years, let alone the first time I decided to ingest that devilish pill. I'm not positive what triggered my sudden interest in the almighty opiate, but in the murky depths of my mind one comes to the conclusion that it was an easy escape from my depression. "The first time" I used was most definitely one of the most amazing euphoric experiences in my life, as most others can attest to. Hydromorphone contin (aka my girl hydie) was my opiate of choice, and from then on there was no turning back. I suddenly became enveloped in my addiction, struggling to escape but never able to find the light at the end of the tunnel. After 3 years and several attempts I finally made a decision to move away and get clean. I managed to stay clean for an entire 12 weeks, no opiates, alcohol, weed, mdma or any other substance imaginable. Life was simple again. I was no longer part of the zombie apocalypse of the 21st century (although some might dedicate that distinction to 12 year old girls walking around the mall with their brand new fucking iPhone). I decided to return home and start fresh. After roughly a week I ran into an old associate who informed me that he was in the possession of some bomb #4. I figured what the heck, what's one more kick at the can? I decided to purchase a stamp and go about the rest of my day, saving the Godly H for a night time ritual of getting blasted. As I eased open the flap dosage comparison flashed through my mind, as I had always been a hydie user and not a smack user. I briefly thought "I know next to nothing about this shit" but proceeded anyways. I started with a small bump and almost a minute later felt quite a rush. I then went for another, and then one more. At this point I was feeling very good. I was tearing apart Bloons Tower Defence 4 like never before. After successfully completing a round I decided I would go for one last, larger bump and pop til i dropped. Needless to say I took that one last bump, felt a burning sensation in my nostril and next thing I knew I woke up in am ambulance. I proceeded to yack like I never have before for the next 6 hours while floating in and out of consciousness. Even after recieving the neutrilizer (hoping you guys can help me with the proper term) I was still in rough shape for the whole next day. I spent the weekend in bed and am now feeling much, much better. The doctor told my mother had she not found me when she did I would've most likely had brain damage in another 30 minutes and been dead in another hour or two. Crazy to think what can happen when your being immature and naive to the powerful effects of such a potent drug. If anyone else has a similar story I invite you to share it. Thank you all for reading.
