BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
Iain Banks trashed the "addiction = disease" idea pretty comprehensively in The Quarry
If you haven't read it, no spoilers .....
If you haven't read it, no spoilers .....
to the author of the blog;
i think because you wrote it in the past tense--'i was the college drugs kingpin, noone was sellin gear like us or we'd rob them'--(im papaphrasing) and didnt hint at all to any shame or contrition, that you put a few backs up.
you seemed to be writing from that dickhead mindframe in a nostalgiac way is all.
im the first to agree that drugs fuck you up and when youre reql young, they can make you feel cooler than your straight laced peers.
it just sounds a bit boastful is all.
Lou Reed tracks and read too many William Borroughs novels (who couldn't write for shit anyway).
I scored Sunday evening to take a little smoke for the Monday at the beginning of my two week stint out of town, shouldnt of but hey ho..
Anyways the point of my post is a warning to anyone around b'ham area, this batch is knock out stuff but not in a good way, its definitely heroin however there is a very strong active cut in it. I had maybe 10 lines and I woke up minutes later with my head in my lap and the plate stuck to my face. This is not normal and its a mixture of a regular heroin buzz but with a very heavy sedation. I wouldnt say its dangerous for smokers so much unless you're bloods full of benzos but id say its definitely a recipe for disaster IV.
Its a very light colour and very fine dusty powder. It behaves normal on the foil and the beetles black but somethings a miss with it. The main reasons I know its not just strong smack is the taste and the buzz. It doesnt taste of high purity gear and the buzz is lacking in every area other than a serious nod..
I bought 2 bags which Id normally smoke in one sitting, it took me all night to smoke it as I slipped in and out of consciousness. It wasnt unpleasant but its dodgy for sure.
Stay safe![]()
Always something surreal there to blow ur high, sods law, when i think back to some of the fucked up shit i saw on the early mornings after a club/rave, you couldnt make half of it up even if you were irvine welsh looking for inspiration for an anthology of short stories. Believe me ds i got my winners club membership card in 1994 and have renewed it every year since. Once the gear took hold surreal events became more standard and boring, an od here and there, a set of blue lights flashing through the back windscreen just as one has a tooter and jimmy in mouth and on lap,nowt exciting but enuff to keep me in the winners parade year after year.Today was a strange one. Decided to go score and I knew my friend was also so I met her in town we went to see some guy she knew and we got a few bags of average almost decent gear and since she's homeless currently we decided to go into a graveyard then into a bush to have a little toot and a catch up before we departed ways. This isn't normally my thing smoking smack in bushes in shady parts of town but I thought "eh fuck it - would love a toot and chat" so we got into the bush, and sat down on our bags and started setting up, I looked to the side of us and there was a cat, sleeping but actually wasn't sleeping it had clearly died extremely recently - so it looked like it was just basking in the sun, but really it'd just started decomposition. Once I'd realised it was a dead cat the whole experience seemed really surreal. Doing drugs with the homeless on the edge of graveyard in a bush with a deadcat and used pins etc surrounded by us. Classy.
Today I won at life. I am a winner.