What's up every1. Haven't posted on BL in a long time but have loved the board for years and years. About 9 mo. ago I moved to the Warren area and my girl and I were promising each other we were going to stay away from the smack, since our guy from the city up north we moved from got hit on Valentines day (omgggg worst v-day evar...) and he was by far the best dealer I'd ever had, for anything really not just dope. Always reliable, always great shit, always on time, great prices, would front like mad if need be, never ran out, just everything you want out of a dope dealer. But then he gets popped from some stupid 16 yr. old bitch and won't be getting out until 2016...
So yea Valentines day until May we were clean and we wanted to stay that way, we really did, and we were convinced we would stay that way (which was our downfall really...). One day though my girl and I were lookin' for the some business we needed to stop at or some shit down Gratiot and by an area on the east side (not sourcing I don't think... Please remove/edit my post if that is?) and we walk by these brothers that we didn't realize were pushin' dope and bam - we didn't even talk about it to each other, we didn't discuss "Hey, we've been clean for so long! Maybe we shouldn't get anything from this guy and keep on this roll we got goin'!" nope.
We immediately spend $80 on a good amount of chunky brown and head home and wait a couple days until DEMF kicked off and after the party on Sunday when we're all head sprung from partying since Friday afternoon worn the fuck out and feeling like we got hit by the Furthur bus and failed the acid test we get to the point and push off "one more time". It was heaven, great stuff and it started that horrible habit, once again. But it wasn't the chunky brown we kept getting afterwards, it was this whiteish/grey rocksy/powder kind of stuff that you had to bust up with a credit card and it always came in caps. So we start again the work to make money to put the money up our arms so we can continue to work to make money to put more money in our arms blah blah blah and here we are after Christmas and our guy finally switches it up on us and gives us these these little white chunks, still in caps.
I for some dumbass reason thought they must be bunky or weaker or just not all that great being that white is just about never "china white" and just about always some pill powder mixed with some cut. So I do my usual 2 packs in the spoon and slam it. I wake up with my girl smacking my face flipping out and I guess I went puffy blue lips spider vein eyes pale as a vampire and just death warmed over looking. We had already ran out of our noxalone from the last time my girl OD'd so she just gave me mouth to mouth and she say's it seemed like it worked. Scary scary shit though. We both got all worried after that.
So a warning to those in the D, you come across some white rocky looking shit that flakes off into sorta a powdery kinda substance BE CAREFUL because it's strong shit. I don't know if it's got some other cut besides h but damn it doesn't take much at all to get to friendly with the god of dreams on that stuff. I really think it actually could be a fentanyl cut even though I usually thought those reports were mostly bullshit.. But the high is def. different. No real euphoric h rush just this feeling like you get way way noddy to the point that it's hard to keep my eyes open and head up and it's easy to drool.
We both want to quit so bad now. I've brought her back from an OD where she was, I def. believe, dead, and now she brought me back from an OD where she says I looked like I was on my way to becoming dead... She had a seizure on the shit not that long ago that scared me soooo fucking bad... Our arms aren't that beat and we have been so off and on with our addiction to this shit that we both in a way can't wait to get back to not using the needle anymore.
We've quit so many times in the past but unfortunately it's real hard for us to keep it going for longer than say 4-10 months. We plan on getting a few more blows hangin' with my girl lucy for new years eve just chillin at home and not being sick and then getting off the stuff for good. There's no reason for us to be on it anyways in the first place; my girl get's the drink and I got a doc that hooks me up so we have shit to fall back on, unlike so many poor hurting junkies out there... I feel for all of you that have that day to day grind, shit that lifestyle was soooo shitty and scary... I'm so lucky and happy to not be in that lifestyle anymore but I still fuck with this monkey when I have it all setup to shove it in the cage and throw away the key.
Wish us luck plz... Sorry so long I have a habit of that.