i say have at it guys. whats the point of posting on the net "aww i want to use, i'm sick, i found my dealer's number therefore i have to use it, i'm a classy middle class suburbanite heroin addict so ill never street cop, ad infinitum ad nauseum." _have at it!_ but lets be entirely realistic about what you're about to endure - and the most likely consequences of your decisions...
i say embrace the full-blown junkie lifestyle. Feel the calamity of impending doom while you clench your bottom to prevent your asshole from vomiting, as you army crawl into your mothers bedroom to snatch her purse. Feel the pure terror of infiltrating inner-city projects, and the ultimate reward when, immediately after copping you crouch between two parked cars to prepare your fix and aaaahhhhh. Destroy the life of the woman you love, take her money and her self esteem. Panhandle aggressively. Sell your body. Rob your friends. Con your loved ones. I mean cmmon guys. Live a little. Why sell yourself short of true gutter junkie joy?
then when the cell clangs shut the fun *really* gets stated. or, if you're lucky, you can curl up in fetal position on the nice little institution size beds on the psychiatric unit? and of course there's the final viable option, something will go wrong and you'll end up 6 feet under...funny how things work themselves out.
Stop deluding yourself with the thought that the sickness is worth wrecking your life. You're still concerned with keeping jobs, and appeasing parents? this deal will decimate your existence, and eventually you wont have any choice in the matter.
So stick it out. and overcome or put the petal to the metal and ride out into oblivion, moments sublime, intervals excruciating... in the end you'll wish you had just stuck it out when you still had something to live for.