daily_ungrind
Bluelighter
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Long time ago, in my late teens, I decided to try heroin IV, because that was like the worst thing I could do. I wanted to be a big badass and try it just out of spite.
I asked a friend to prepare it for me and honestly I had no idea what would be the right dosage. I just trusted her.
However, what she gave me hit me so hard that I had serious troubles reconstructing the events that happened that night. I was half-conscious all the time, I remember walking down some road close to my friend's apartment, later on crawling down the same road and seeing some cars passing by and honking at me. My friend escaped somewhere I guess. Later on I tried to call another friend to pick me up as I realized that I feel too weak to walk back and there's no one around who can help me. The friend came and drove me back to my place, I was living in a rented room in my landlady's house at that time.
I don't know how that happened, but I didn't walk back to my room, I entered the landlady's bathroom instead, and then I lied down in her bathtub. I grabbed a bunch of towels, arranged them in bathtub like blankets and immediately fell dead asleep.
When I woke up in the morning first thing I saw and heard was this poor landlady screaming. The same day she kicked me out of her apartment, called my parents and told them I'm a drunkard and loser and what not
I asked a friend to prepare it for me and honestly I had no idea what would be the right dosage. I just trusted her.
However, what she gave me hit me so hard that I had serious troubles reconstructing the events that happened that night. I was half-conscious all the time, I remember walking down some road close to my friend's apartment, later on crawling down the same road and seeing some cars passing by and honking at me. My friend escaped somewhere I guess. Later on I tried to call another friend to pick me up as I realized that I feel too weak to walk back and there's no one around who can help me. The friend came and drove me back to my place, I was living in a rented room in my landlady's house at that time.
I don't know how that happened, but I didn't walk back to my room, I entered the landlady's bathroom instead, and then I lied down in her bathtub. I grabbed a bunch of towels, arranged them in bathtub like blankets and immediately fell dead asleep.
When I woke up in the morning first thing I saw and heard was this poor landlady screaming. The same day she kicked me out of her apartment, called my parents and told them I'm a drunkard and loser and what not
