NewWorldOrder2012
Greenlighter
Hello everyone. Lets say that my name is Baron. I’m 21 years old and living in the central Midwest of the United State. I live 2 minutes outside of a city with a population of more then 200,000. I’ve lived in other cities for short terms such as Salt Lake City and Las Vegas; but now I’m back to where I was born. I have had good contacts will drug supplies for the past 7 years. I have been using various drugs on a daily basis for 7 years. The first drugs I used was tobacco and alcohol when I was 14. When I was 15 I consumed 7 grams of Golden Teacher mushrooms. After that intense trip my life changed forever. My thought process changed, for what I believe, for the better. Before that trip I had few people that I could communicate with; and I was a very private and alone person. Shortly after I started smoking marijuana with my brother and his friends. Within a week I was ‘apart’ of a group of around 15 people that shared my thoughts. Over a month I started to truly communicate with other people; something that I needed in my life. For the next 2 years I smoked bud and consumed alcohol on a daily basis with my new ’friends’. Thinking back those were some of the best times in my life to date. When I was 17, and still in high school, I was prescribed 10mg Lorcet for back pain. I believe this event changed the fate of my life. Within 9 months I was increased from Lorcet to 15mg oxycodone. During this time I was a Senior in high school and still smoking bud and drinking. I started to snort the OC15s to get a better high and to conserve my pills. Shortly after I started to abuse the pain pills I started to use other drugs more. I tripped on mushrooms 6 or 7 times, I used Ecstasy 5 or 6 times, and snorted cocaine 20 or 30 times; all along smoking and drinking. During this time I had my drug use under control and I graduated from high school. After, I needed a big change in my life so I then moved to Las Vegas to start college. It was a bold move to change my life. But within 2 weeks of living in Vegas I started going to doctors to try to get oxycodone. I found a doctor that prescribed me 60mg oxycodone 2 times a day. (Vegas is the easiest place I’ve lived in to get OC). I sold half my script and snorted or smoked the rest. All this time I was smoking bud and drinking. I was having a great time going to school in Vegas. But after my first semester my drug use started to get the better of me. During Christmas break I was short on money so I sold most of my oc60s to pay bills. 3 or 4 days later I had no pills and I was withdrawing hard. I called around to try to cop some opiates. The only thing I could find was some black tar heroin. Up to this time I was against using H and I stayed away from it. But I figured that I was a hypocrite by using every other opiate and being against heroin. I bought 3 balloons of H at $15 a balloon. At the time I thought it was a high price for 3 little pieces of black. I put 1/8 of one balloon on a sheet of tinfoil and smoked it. After one hit all the withdraw went away and I was deep into the opiate ocean. Within 2 seconds I was in a love relationship with black tar heroin. To make this long story shorter, over my next semester I was selling my OC to buy H. I could sell my 60 OC60s for $1800 per month. I soon started buying grams of H for $60. For the first 2 months I was smoking H and doing well in school. But my H use kept on increasing. By Easter break I was smoking a gram of black a day. I needed more to get the same high but I had a $60 a day limit. I could either go buy large amounts directly from the Mexicans or I could find a better way to consume the H. I started injecting the heroin. And for the next 3 months I shot up 2 to 10 times a day. I ended up failing out of my school and dedicated my life to buying needles and cooking H. During these 3 months I really didn’t smoke bud, the H was all I needed. Fast forwarded 3 more months, I have been shooting H for 6 months in North Vegas. I ended up loosing my OC script and I was broke as a joke. So I moved back to the Midwest. I was 19 and living in my Dad’s house again. I went threw 20 days of intense opiate withdraw but eventually I got clean from the H (Since I couldn’t find any in my home town). I started drinking and smoking bud again; just like the good old days. I couldn’t get opiates off my mind, and within 6 weeks of my return from Vegas I found a doctor that prescribed me OC30s three times a day. I fell back into the rut of selling and using OC, but this time I was injection the oxycodone. I did this for another year. On my 20th birthday I dropped LSD for the first time. I took 2 cubes of some really good acid (so I was told by the seller). I tripped pretty hard. I was walking around the block with my brother’s dogs. I was enjoying the nature around me; the sky turned pink and I stopped walking. A voice came from the sky. It wasn’t loud an outside but more soft. The male voice told me that I have had some hard trials in my past, and that I will continue to have hardships. But then “he” told me that after the next trial of my life was over I would become a better person and have the good life I was seeking. And the last thing the voice told me was to never use opiates again. I hadn’t cried for over 13 years but I had tears in my eyes during this event. I’m not a religious person, I have always believed more in positive and negative energy…I walked back to my Dad’s house. At this time of the acid trip I was opiate dependent. I had 2 OC80s that I was planning on talking at the end of the trip. I went to my room and began to prepare the OC for injection. I had 80mgs in a 1cc syringe. I found a vein and held the needle to my arm. But I couldn’t do it. I set there with a blank mind for 10 minutes (still tripping hard on the lsd). The opiates, the spoon and the needles felt so wrong. I busted into a breakdown and started crying. I felt so guilty for the past 5 years of opiate abuse. I shot the full syringe into the carpet. I threw all the spoons, cotton balls and needles into the trash. I smoked a blunt with my brother and then we talked. I felt more connection with my brother then ever before. The next day I had no opiate withdraws. The acid saved my life. I began to think smarter. I started to love life, other Humans and Mother Nature.
To sum things up: A year went by. I’m now 21. I’m living with a great woman who has never used drugs in her life. I truly believe that this time is the start of my new life that the “voice” told me about. I have a launch pad for the rest of my great life; I believe that the hardships (that I don’t wish to share) are over for me. I have not used opiates since that night of the acid. But I have smoked bud on a daily basis and I’ve tried meth 4 or 5 times (although I will never do meth again due to that it‘s the dirtiest drug in the world). Today I have not smoke any weed for 3 months and I don’t drink anymore. Recently I have dropped some Xanax and some Gabapentin.
The collusion to my story is that I know my life is due for a the great change that I lost in Vegas. I’m a good person with a lot to give and gain. I’m clean today but I’m not 100% sure that my drug use will never return. I fully understand that certain drugs have postpone happiness in my life. I think about relapse (of any drug) everyday; and I don’t know what my next move will be. I was wondering if anyone out there had any advice for me. I know I need help; and although she knows of my past, my girlfriend has no experience in this subject. I don’t have the health care to go see a “professional”. And my brother now lives 200 miles away. If you have any questions, comment, concerns or advice please, please let me know. Thanks for the time. Take care and live free.
-Baron.
To sum things up: A year went by. I’m now 21. I’m living with a great woman who has never used drugs in her life. I truly believe that this time is the start of my new life that the “voice” told me about. I have a launch pad for the rest of my great life; I believe that the hardships (that I don’t wish to share) are over for me. I have not used opiates since that night of the acid. But I have smoked bud on a daily basis and I’ve tried meth 4 or 5 times (although I will never do meth again due to that it‘s the dirtiest drug in the world). Today I have not smoke any weed for 3 months and I don’t drink anymore. Recently I have dropped some Xanax and some Gabapentin.
The collusion to my story is that I know my life is due for a the great change that I lost in Vegas. I’m a good person with a lot to give and gain. I’m clean today but I’m not 100% sure that my drug use will never return. I fully understand that certain drugs have postpone happiness in my life. I think about relapse (of any drug) everyday; and I don’t know what my next move will be. I was wondering if anyone out there had any advice for me. I know I need help; and although she knows of my past, my girlfriend has no experience in this subject. I don’t have the health care to go see a “professional”. And my brother now lives 200 miles away. If you have any questions, comment, concerns or advice please, please let me know. Thanks for the time. Take care and live free.
-Baron.
