I never told this yet, maybe i will in detail later. A friend of mine passed me a pipe with a strange gleam in his eye. I took a fake* toke, and he says
"do you feel like your in mothers womb"
"no wtf you talking about"
"i just gave you down/fent"
The first time I did fent I hardly even knew it was going into powder around here, really only heard about it in the city and my friends that somehow went from doing nothing but smoke weed to smoking fent patches out of nowhere. That was a bizarre discovery but a different story lol
Anyway my old boss went away a lot and had his brother drive the truck for him(used to ride all across my state in a tractor trailer to different farms), and his brothers been a heroin addict since before I was born. Dude usually got the best dope I’d ever done, every time i knew he was working I’d text him the night before and ask him to pick me up some, but dude was always worried about me ODing so he’d just get a little extra and “portion” me out some as the work day went on.
My boss was on an extra long trip one time, and we’d been getting this fairly low quality completely white H for a few days so we’re smoking/sniffing a pretty good amount of powder at a time. The following Monday we meet at the shop and I ask him if he picked me up any, he says yeah and I ask if it’s the same shit it’s been and get a “yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah”(dude always said that shit when he wasn’t really paying attention but didn’t think anything of it). So we hop in the truck and get going, he packs me a tiny scoop on some foil and I was confused as fuck but just did it without question cause he seemed distracted, dude had issues so I just let him be. Next thing I know I’m just nodding out and mostly slept until about 30 minutes from our destination.
When I stayed awake I thought it was weird that I barely felt high, just tired as shit and aching to actually be high so I didn’t mention it to the guy cause I didn’t want to get cut off lol. Like he read my mind he was like “oh shit hey you slept the whole way, want your line?” And cuts me off a line as fat as we’d been doing the week before, so I grab a bill and do it all in one go. He proceeds to go “wait did you do all of that? Shit man that was supposed to last you all day, thats got fentanyl in it!” I about flipped the fuck out and asked him why he didn’t tell me before, and why he said it was the same shit. He said he didn’t hear me or something, kinda don’t really know what happened after that point. Which is really lucky for him cause I probably would’ve fucking killed him
I woke up hours later in some random girls car, soaked in sweat and I believe my own puke. Couldn’t really see any but I sure smelled like it. Apparently my bosses brother and the farmers just left me there to die in some grass near the road, although he claimed he knew I’d be alright. The girl was the daughter of one of the farmers, she came to help them and saw me laying there and asked why and couldn’t get an answer . Turns out she was in nursing school and came to check me out and immediately recognized my almost non existent heart rate as well as some other things as a drug OD and dragged my big ass to her car herself and started driving me to the hospital(1.5 hours away). I was hardly coherent but she explained how she’d found me and the other details above and I thanked her immensely but asked her not to bring me to the hospital now that I was awake. she said she couldn’t not and we were already close. She practically begged me to go inside and get checked and I didn’t have the heart or the energy to refuse or be a dick to the one person who didn’t leave me to possibly die, so I agreed and went in and found the nearest bathroom and called my buddy to come pick me up there.
I quit that job that day and haven’t talked to my bosses brother since, cause I’d be in prison if I ever saw him again. It’s not like he’d waited a while to see if I’d wake up, I was out for at least 2 hours before that girl found me not including whatever time we had left on the drive and the hour+ I’d been out in her car. All in all it had to have been at least 3.5 hours I was unconscious, barely breathing. I know it’s not uncommon for other users to not report an OD to keep themselves out of trouble, but it blows my mind that however many other people were there just left me there too. It wasn’t like they were some completely random guys, some didn’t know me but I had a good working relationship with the owner of the farm and his usual help and felt I’d had enough of a bond with these people that they they’d recognize it not being right and at least calling 911 for me, but nope.
Not to sound like a bitch but that shit kinda hurt for a while. It’s not like I walked over and fell asleep in the grass on my own, somebody had to pull me out of a tractor trailer and carry me over there, and I know my bosses brother couldn’t have done it. Dude was an old ass junkie who struggled to lift 40-50 lbs. I know I turned out alright in the end but damn was it a bad feeling that I potentially could’ve died next to the road while people I knew had purposely put me there and didn’t do a thing about it.
Anyway luckily back then it was actually heroin laced with some fentanyl. Still definitely dangerous as fuck, especially since it wasn’t expected like it is now. If I’d done that same line with the street shit you get now full of xylazine and 3 fent analogues I probably wouldn’t even have made it to the farm alive.