ToxicFerret
Bluelighter
By society's standards, no. I'm at a community college after dropping out of high school. However, I ended up getting a diploma from an alternative high school program so I suppose I'm on the 'right track'. I test very high though, 35 composite on the ACT, and I took it coming off a nasty coke high. But standardized tests aren't a real measure of intelligence anyway. My point in bringing that up though is that I should have been in some high achieving ivy league school or whatnot... just not my idea of a good time.
As for the drugs... all day every day. I'm a heroin addict, been one for a year, with methadone available so I'm never actually sick. So in that regard I'm a more successful drug user than I am a member of society. I smoke weed many many times a day (except today! blah!) and love tripping on psychedelics now and again. I still say my most amazing experience on any drug was my quarter ounce mushroom trip in the forest preserve at the edge of my city... man, I felt like I died, was reincarnated, and then evolved from a single celled organism up to a rodent-like animal to a monkey and then finally back to human, it was just so powerful.
I got myself off of cocaine, which in my opinion was one of the best choices that I've made in my life recently. I was addicted to coke for about a year before I tried and became addicted to heroin. I know that I simply traded one addiction for another, but this is an addiction that I can handle. I love my life, opiate addict or not. In fact, I love my life all the more so because I'm an opiate addict. Yes, theres a price to pay for it, but I get to feel a level of bliss unequaled by almost anything in the world... I was just raised with high self esteem, and that carried over to my life as a drug user. I made my peace with being a junkie a long lopng time ago, when I first started shooting.
Now if I didin't have the dealer that I do not, I'd be in shit, because they have methadones for when I'm too broke for smack, and some real fire shit for when I do. They're less than two blocks from my apartment, which is in a good part of town (ie not the ghetto). If something happened to them I'd be sick sick sick as hell, and I'd probably just take the fucking pain and go cold turkey. Shit, my tolerance would be back down to normal in a month or two and I'd be able to get blown off a tiny ass hit of the shit.
But anyway, long winded post, but yeah, I'm a successful drug user, the most successful that I personally know. But I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who have their shit together more than me. Still, I have a great future in recording engineering ahead of me, a nice high paying albeit labor intensive job, a car, lots of friends, and lots and lots and LOTS of drugs. What more could I ask for?
As for the drugs... all day every day. I'm a heroin addict, been one for a year, with methadone available so I'm never actually sick. So in that regard I'm a more successful drug user than I am a member of society. I smoke weed many many times a day (except today! blah!) and love tripping on psychedelics now and again. I still say my most amazing experience on any drug was my quarter ounce mushroom trip in the forest preserve at the edge of my city... man, I felt like I died, was reincarnated, and then evolved from a single celled organism up to a rodent-like animal to a monkey and then finally back to human, it was just so powerful.
I got myself off of cocaine, which in my opinion was one of the best choices that I've made in my life recently. I was addicted to coke for about a year before I tried and became addicted to heroin. I know that I simply traded one addiction for another, but this is an addiction that I can handle. I love my life, opiate addict or not. In fact, I love my life all the more so because I'm an opiate addict. Yes, theres a price to pay for it, but I get to feel a level of bliss unequaled by almost anything in the world... I was just raised with high self esteem, and that carried over to my life as a drug user. I made my peace with being a junkie a long lopng time ago, when I first started shooting.
Now if I didin't have the dealer that I do not, I'd be in shit, because they have methadones for when I'm too broke for smack, and some real fire shit for when I do. They're less than two blocks from my apartment, which is in a good part of town (ie not the ghetto). If something happened to them I'd be sick sick sick as hell, and I'd probably just take the fucking pain and go cold turkey. Shit, my tolerance would be back down to normal in a month or two and I'd be able to get blown off a tiny ass hit of the shit.
But anyway, long winded post, but yeah, I'm a successful drug user, the most successful that I personally know. But I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who have their shit together more than me. Still, I have a great future in recording engineering ahead of me, a nice high paying albeit labor intensive job, a car, lots of friends, and lots and lots and LOTS of drugs. What more could I ask for?