Confessions of an online Opium Addict

s0nic said:
Good read. This guy should write a book. I love his descriptions.
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Yeah it was very well written. You could tell he'd read a fair bit of Burroughs. I'd love to read more by this guy too. A book would be unreal.
 
Gaz_hmmmm said:
Opiates don't make you fat or skinny. It's just the stereotype that's skinny, and this is cause of poverty, the fact that alot of junkies blow all their cash on their drug of choice and not on food! :\

Yes, opiates in some people can suppress their appetite, but in some (Like me) they cause the munchies.
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I think this is highly dependant on the individual. I was on tons of different medications for chronic pain 2 yrs ago...most of them opiates. I went from a healthy 120 pounds down to a very dangerous 92 pounds (for me, this is a very dangerous weight). I wasn't abusing them, nor was poverty to blame. I completely lost all appetite whatsoever on them. Opiates are like speed to me. They give me tons of energy, and I loose my appetite. This is why I decided to go off of them...I just use them every once in a while now...recreationally ;)

Interesting article :)
 
It's only a matter of time before I do this all over again. As long as someone sells the pods, and nobody cares to stop them, my recidivism is all but assured.

Poppies have shown me a better place. An occasional oasis of emotional stability. It's medicine for life. I doubt it will ever kill me.
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This is what I hate about weak-minded people who find themselves linked with opioids. It sounds like he's throwing a temper-tantrum because he has found something which brings him pleasure, yet he cannot afford to continue. He is BLAMING those who provide the opportunity to experience that pleasure for not taking it away from him, because he is TOO WEAK WILLED to STOP USING ON HIS OWN.

It just makes me sick that so many people out there would rather that nobody else gets to experience the pleasure/releif that they have, because THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE PLEASURE RESPONSIBLY! Yes, opioids are addictive, yes they make all material goods pointless because you don't NEED them when you're high (but then again, do you NEED them when you're sober?), but sometimes YOU CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING YOU WANT! There are countless idioms stating this, including "you can't have your cake and eat it too". Nobody ever said that you can devote your life to opiated bliss, AND retain all of the other pleasures of your life, including MONEY, posessions, FAMILY... The fact that this guy is upset that somebody doesn't just TAKE THE CHOICE AWAY FROM HIM is just sad to me. I believe everybody should have the freedom to choose in all situations, and should accept responsibility for the choices that they make.

The author repeatedly made the stupid decision to use $30 worth of drugs every day! The author made the stupid decision to be reckless with his dosing. He made the dumb decision to leave his wife to be with a drug... and now he is lamenting the consequences of his actions and blaming them on the drug itself!

I personally have found a happy medium in the false dillema the author presents (either use opioids, or live life - a logical fallacy) which maximizes the total pleasure in my life: I excersize moderation in my use of opioids to the extent that it does not interfere with any other aspect of my life. I realise some people may have already made major sacrifices in their life for opioids, and may not consider moderation a viable option (like this author). To these people I would emphasize the availability of Opioid Agonist Maintenance Therapy in most countries, including the United States! Methadone and Buprenorphine provide a way out of the constant cycle of dependance upon an illegal drug, with artificially inflated prices, and a short half-life.

He is a good writer though, although even bluelight is too much publicity for an article like this. BTW, maybe the "no sources" rule should be applied here - at least censoring out the sources?
 
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it just sounds like he's saying he likes them and won't stop using them unless they no longer are available. "Poppies have shown me a better place. An occasional oasis of emotional stability. It's medicine for life. " really doesnt sound like he's complaining about them being available =D
 
"Columbus Day. No wonder everyone hated him. That tabard-wearing bastard had been dead for 500 years and was still causing trouble."

Brilliant. I love how through all of the dismay and horror, the author is able to spare some comic-relief. Extremely funny yet at the same time I can only imagine how painful it was to arrive at the post office in hopes of obtaining a fix and leave empty handed.....especially in that particular condition. I don't understand why the author didn't go to rehab or detox though. He writes that he realized he had a problem so why not go from there? I guess it's just too hard for me to understand.......thank fucking god.
 
they give me the sweet tooth, but they also make it so i can go without food for days if needed.. normaly i eat once a day and snack about 2 times a day around bed time..
 
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This is what I hate about weak-minded people who find themselves linked with opioids. It sounds like he's throwing a temper-tantrum because he has found something which brings him pleasure, yet he cannot afford to continue. He is BLAMING those who provide the opportunity to experience that pleasure for not taking it away from him, because he is TOO WEAK WILLED to STOP USING ON HIS OWN.
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Couldn't have said it better myself. The guy's writing was beautiful, but the fact that he's not taking responsibility for his actions is pathetic.
 
Seems almost fictionalized, but I'll concede that its possible that's its based on real-world experience. It seems fictionalized to me because I drink poppy tea twice a day. My tolerance reached a limit long ago, and has remained steady. I take about the same dosage every day, and do not have to take ever increasingly higher dosages. And I still get a high of sorts, though it is very mild. Really, just avoiding WD is a high in and of itself. My appetite is normal. Had a physical a few months ago, and every thing came back well save for slightly elevated cholesterol. I go to work every day, have a very wonderful girlfriend, pay my rent on time, and I feel that I am reasonably well adjusted to the rigors of society.

Having tried SSRIs, as well as classic tricyclic antidepressants, opium tea has proven to be the best antidepressant I've found. And it doesn't take my emotions away or make me impotent.

Now I don't want to come off as saying opium addiction is a good thing. Or sound like I am saying it is safe for anyone. But in my case, it has not destroyed me. Even my parents grudgelingly admit that I am the most healthy, and happy than they have seen me in years (before I began my tea drinking.) They aren't happy about what I do, but they accept that it is what I do.

I'd personally like to be on bupe instead....if anything because what I do is still illegal and I'd just feel better about getting my medicine from a doctor. Also, the occasional occasions where mail is slow, or I just didn't order in time, are pitiful. I can't go to work when that happens, or even get out of bed. Last time, I couldnt bear it and asked my dad to prescribe me darvocet to hold me over. He is a doctor.

There is certainly nothing glamorous about opiate addiction, but the worst aspect of it is that they are illegal and most (who don't have the luxury of having them delivered to their front door by their friendly USPS agent) have to go through extreme (and expensive) means to obtain their medicine. I spend less than $50 a month on pods (usually order them by the thousand) and that is one reason I am not on bupe...I just don't have the $200/month it would cost me as I do not have insurance.
 
Because my neighborhood had failed me with its lack of blight, I began to see the supermarket and drugstore as potential drug dealers. I drank bottles of cough syrup before I knew what dextromethorphan (DXM) was. I ate catnip and didn't feel anything. I ate nutmeg and felt everything. There was no internet to guide me and nothing in the library about morning glory seeds. My mother just happened to have some Heavenly Blues in the junk drawer. I had never seen the carpet move like that before. I tried everything in the medicine aisle and everything in the bulk food hoppers. I became a Spiceisle junkie. McCormick was my dealer.

I got my first pain pills from my friend's dead grandmother. I liked them. I liked them so much I started hanging out with my own grandmother. Just checking in on her every now and then.
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i love this one. =D
 
This brings up two points to me:

1) How easy would it be for a lurker on forums like this to read up on everything and create a completely fictionalized account like this. Not saying it ISN'T true, it could very well be. Just makes me wonder.

2) It also makes me realize how idiotic eBay/PayPal is. eBay stopped allowing KRATOM sales, and PayPal is systematically going and finding sites who use PayPal and terminating their accounts if they sell Kratom and/or KAVA KAVA?! Yet the two headed monster allows the opium market to continue unabated. Just goes to show that they truly have no clue.
 
The article does look like it was written by a bluelighter.
Do I care if it was written by a bluelighter? No, This writer for me really captures the whole internet drug sub-culture. I think the internet and sites like erowid and bluelight have created a whole drug subculture. Most curious and desperate drug users that are exposed to the vast amount of information on the internet seem like they would try everything they can. The guy abused everything that he could find, usually legal/semi legal stuff like nutmeg, san pedro and dxm.

Even if the information is fiction, it dosen't matter because this writer tells stories that are all very plausable and relateable.

This article is to drug users what spinal tap is for rock stars.


And I don't know how he could keep drinking the stuff. I get so sick of the taste after a week, I really can't force myself to prepare/drink the shit. I once dried the shit out and got the notorious useless pod putty. That's alotta putty in one cup of tea. That shit really gets into my lungs and I cough up phlemy putty for about a week after.
 
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