jammy_wankz
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This is a long read, but everyone starts off small, and then it gets out of control...
Rewind my life 10 years ago....
I was a good kid throughout half my life. When I was in high school, I never touched any sort of drugs. I did good in school, played a lot of sports, and didn't associate with the bad people. One time I found a bag of weed on the bathroom floor, it seems some idiot upper classman had dropped it. I picked it up and told my brother's friends about it, since they were all into weed and other stuff (they started earlier in life).
They made me smoke it, but I never got high, I didn't know how to smoke properly, which is a good thing! Then in my sophomore year of high school, I was on the football team, totally underweight and shouldn't have been playing that sport. I got my kidney ruptured 2 weeks before the end of the season - I almost made it all the way through uninjured, but I didn't. In the hospital I was in extreme pain. The doctors prescribed me percocet. It was a life saver, but at the same time that's when I developed feelings for a certain drug. I didn't know pain killers were addictive at the time, it was just a secret to myself. I told my mom that they "felt good", and were the greatest things ever, so she hid them from me. A year later I found the bottle on the upper most shelf, pushed all the way back. I finished the prescription by myself, for fun.
Fast forward to college, I started smoking weed, and this time I got high. I did it for a while, did pain killers rarely, but if I came across them, I'd do them.
I was a big pothead for seven years, but that was all I did. I went to the gym regularly, got big, in shape and all, and just smoked weed after a hard workout session. It was good! Until I got asthma from smoking so much weed. I replaced weed with another drug... that was... opiates.
I met a few friends through work, and some of them hooked me up with oxycotin. I bought a lot while at work... then met other dealers through friends of friends. This is when it got bad.
I lost my job last year of September 09', got depressed about many family issues unresolved for so long, and also my mid life crisis kinda crept up on me. I never had established any long term relationship with a significant other, I only completed a two year associates degree, and I was now unemployed. I did tons of oxy to escape these feelings. I started off with a quarter OC30 for a few months everyday, then I went through just one day of withdraw - not bad at all. I thought that was it. I got back on them, my tolerance shot up and now I was doing 2 to 3 OC-30's a day. I did this from January 2010 to July 2010. Every day.
So how did I almost get arrested?
On my last day of picking up, my dealer told me to meet him in a bank parking lot during his lunch break. I was driving there when a freight train stopped me at a crossing, it was a mile long. After 5 minutes, it passed, and I continued on my way to the bank. When I got to the bank, there were cars blocking the parking lot - a suburban with tinted windows and a chevy malibu. I realized my dealer and his first buyer were getting arrested by a bunch of plain clothed police officers! I FUCKING FREAKED OUT. I backed up my car and cut the wheel too soon, and ran over the curb! I booked in withdrawl because I ran out. Then I went home, and took a suboxone that I had in an emergency stash.
This experience made me rethink everything I've done, and how I got here. I used to be a clean, good person. Now I lost all my muscle weight from the gym, I'm skinny, and everyone calls me skinny. It sucks. I'm so depressed and trying to get my life back together. I can't even remember what it was like to be a clean kid in highschool anymore - that was 10 years ago! Withdraw makes your muscles ache and cramp so bad that I can't even think about going back to the gym now... I took plenty of tylenol and advils and they don't even work! If it weren't for that train, I would have made it there first, and then the DEA or who the fuck ever would have arrested me and my dealer instead! I got SOO lucky I don't even know what to say. 5 days of withdraw sucked because I ran out of suboxone. I called a friend I hadn't spoke with in months and he hooked me up with a bag of H. He said just do one line, just to stop WD'ing. Well I got him back into Opiates and we started snorting lines everyday for a week. Now, we have tons of suboxone, he's away at a wedding until tomorrow. I want to take this opportunity to get off all opiates. I can't believe I even did Heroin! This is ridiculous!
Right now I feel fine, the aching has stopped due to suboxone working. But in the meantime I have to change who I associate with, and I need to get back to the gym, I'm starting from square 1 again. It sucks man... I was real depressed about life issues and I only made it worse! However I didn't get arrested so I'm already living a good life, and I try to put that into perspective. No jail = freedom and I only have to deal with myself and not the law!
Has anyone else almost had a close call with the law, and used that experience to get off opiates?
Rewind my life 10 years ago....
I was a good kid throughout half my life. When I was in high school, I never touched any sort of drugs. I did good in school, played a lot of sports, and didn't associate with the bad people. One time I found a bag of weed on the bathroom floor, it seems some idiot upper classman had dropped it. I picked it up and told my brother's friends about it, since they were all into weed and other stuff (they started earlier in life).
They made me smoke it, but I never got high, I didn't know how to smoke properly, which is a good thing! Then in my sophomore year of high school, I was on the football team, totally underweight and shouldn't have been playing that sport. I got my kidney ruptured 2 weeks before the end of the season - I almost made it all the way through uninjured, but I didn't. In the hospital I was in extreme pain. The doctors prescribed me percocet. It was a life saver, but at the same time that's when I developed feelings for a certain drug. I didn't know pain killers were addictive at the time, it was just a secret to myself. I told my mom that they "felt good", and were the greatest things ever, so she hid them from me. A year later I found the bottle on the upper most shelf, pushed all the way back. I finished the prescription by myself, for fun.
Fast forward to college, I started smoking weed, and this time I got high. I did it for a while, did pain killers rarely, but if I came across them, I'd do them.
I was a big pothead for seven years, but that was all I did. I went to the gym regularly, got big, in shape and all, and just smoked weed after a hard workout session. It was good! Until I got asthma from smoking so much weed. I replaced weed with another drug... that was... opiates.
I met a few friends through work, and some of them hooked me up with oxycotin. I bought a lot while at work... then met other dealers through friends of friends. This is when it got bad.
I lost my job last year of September 09', got depressed about many family issues unresolved for so long, and also my mid life crisis kinda crept up on me. I never had established any long term relationship with a significant other, I only completed a two year associates degree, and I was now unemployed. I did tons of oxy to escape these feelings. I started off with a quarter OC30 for a few months everyday, then I went through just one day of withdraw - not bad at all. I thought that was it. I got back on them, my tolerance shot up and now I was doing 2 to 3 OC-30's a day. I did this from January 2010 to July 2010. Every day.
So how did I almost get arrested?
On my last day of picking up, my dealer told me to meet him in a bank parking lot during his lunch break. I was driving there when a freight train stopped me at a crossing, it was a mile long. After 5 minutes, it passed, and I continued on my way to the bank. When I got to the bank, there were cars blocking the parking lot - a suburban with tinted windows and a chevy malibu. I realized my dealer and his first buyer were getting arrested by a bunch of plain clothed police officers! I FUCKING FREAKED OUT. I backed up my car and cut the wheel too soon, and ran over the curb! I booked in withdrawl because I ran out. Then I went home, and took a suboxone that I had in an emergency stash.
This experience made me rethink everything I've done, and how I got here. I used to be a clean, good person. Now I lost all my muscle weight from the gym, I'm skinny, and everyone calls me skinny. It sucks. I'm so depressed and trying to get my life back together. I can't even remember what it was like to be a clean kid in highschool anymore - that was 10 years ago! Withdraw makes your muscles ache and cramp so bad that I can't even think about going back to the gym now... I took plenty of tylenol and advils and they don't even work! If it weren't for that train, I would have made it there first, and then the DEA or who the fuck ever would have arrested me and my dealer instead! I got SOO lucky I don't even know what to say. 5 days of withdraw sucked because I ran out of suboxone. I called a friend I hadn't spoke with in months and he hooked me up with a bag of H. He said just do one line, just to stop WD'ing. Well I got him back into Opiates and we started snorting lines everyday for a week. Now, we have tons of suboxone, he's away at a wedding until tomorrow. I want to take this opportunity to get off all opiates. I can't believe I even did Heroin! This is ridiculous!
Right now I feel fine, the aching has stopped due to suboxone working. But in the meantime I have to change who I associate with, and I need to get back to the gym, I'm starting from square 1 again. It sucks man... I was real depressed about life issues and I only made it worse! However I didn't get arrested so I'm already living a good life, and I try to put that into perspective. No jail = freedom and I only have to deal with myself and not the law!
Has anyone else almost had a close call with the law, and used that experience to get off opiates?
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