steewith2ees
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As someone who has always been able to take or leave cocaine (largely leaving it for most of my life before my second, epic and current post relapse smack addition which has seen my use heroin use remain as low as ever mid habit, a small advantage paid for dearly by caving into a methadone prescription which has seen my use every day now since 2013 - something which I did not even do during the heights of my heroin use - as time went by and I got shorter and shorter on money I would be forced to take gaps of 3 days in general - a factor determined as the general length of the gap between running out and either getting paid and/ or, as the discomfort began its 30 - 42 hour peak around the 3rd day I would be driven by the desperation to ponce a tenner of one of my parents to tie me over until pay day (enough to sort the rattle for another 72 hour cycle and as a the largest loan I could ask for and manage to actually pay back) while I could just still see and move enough to actually get into Wolverhampton before the sickness and trip out incapacitated me completely. But, as a short acting drug I was able to use the odd days off to eat, usually before I started to get the colliewobbles but their were occasions when the odd Chinese or something similarly easy to eat helped me on those desperate 3rd nights during certain withdrawls which while still a bastard were not as intense and others with a significant lack of sickness and other related issues. Since being on daily methadone however, I rarely eat, managing a meal once every 2 or 3 days, an improvement on 5 - 6 years ago when, on my original dose of 70mg/OD I would often skip my weekend takehomes inorder to be able to get a meal down me and, on the Sunday night once my tolerance had dropped a little, high on some horse (I wish that word was used more its perfect as it sounds as stupid as having a habit actually is)
oh, shit I was talking about coke - I only started using it regularly this decade as I can buy a stone or 3 to smoke before I goof off on the horse, as due to the expense of powder cocaine I had only ever brought it as a treat for myself and when relevant, my partner such as when in Barcelona in the same way I would spend hundreds of pounds on eating out over there - worth a couple of months wages for the special occasions as part of the visit (I have friends living over there I used to go to once a year) but even when you could get good coke for 50 quid per ticket it rarely seemed worth it compared to whizz and ees. Now I am alone all of the time crack is the only stim I can get hold of and is pretty cheap - I know that I will always fancy one more rock despite the drug quickly losing its pizzaz after a couple of stones, so I only bother buying a couple of stones which once the real muck gets in my system is quickly forgotten.
As today is one of those special days I present my latest post to be derailed by a rock, my last as I am sure most will appreciate. The combination of stims with my usual standard of stream of consciousness posts has always been an exhausting experience for forum users (back when the 3FPM was only a mouse click and 24 hours away from my post box and getting slapped on a plate the forums patience was constantly tested) and as I become more and more of a self fulfilling prophecy I will leave it there, although the post was supposed to be about the phenomenon of 'Ghostbusting' - the above mentioned habit of thinking every piece of fluff is some rock following a binge. I have bought the odd 8th of crack here and there although not for 7 years at least and experienced this once following my demolishing one block, although after my best bet turned out to be a crumb of a Polo mint I managed to snap out of it and have avoided it and anything more than 20 quids worth of rock since.
oh, shit I was talking about coke - I only started using it regularly this decade as I can buy a stone or 3 to smoke before I goof off on the horse, as due to the expense of powder cocaine I had only ever brought it as a treat for myself and when relevant, my partner such as when in Barcelona in the same way I would spend hundreds of pounds on eating out over there - worth a couple of months wages for the special occasions as part of the visit (I have friends living over there I used to go to once a year) but even when you could get good coke for 50 quid per ticket it rarely seemed worth it compared to whizz and ees. Now I am alone all of the time crack is the only stim I can get hold of and is pretty cheap - I know that I will always fancy one more rock despite the drug quickly losing its pizzaz after a couple of stones, so I only bother buying a couple of stones which once the real muck gets in my system is quickly forgotten.
As today is one of those special days I present my latest post to be derailed by a rock, my last as I am sure most will appreciate. The combination of stims with my usual standard of stream of consciousness posts has always been an exhausting experience for forum users (back when the 3FPM was only a mouse click and 24 hours away from my post box and getting slapped on a plate the forums patience was constantly tested) and as I become more and more of a self fulfilling prophecy I will leave it there, although the post was supposed to be about the phenomenon of 'Ghostbusting' - the above mentioned habit of thinking every piece of fluff is some rock following a binge. I have bought the odd 8th of crack here and there although not for 7 years at least and experienced this once following my demolishing one block, although after my best bet turned out to be a crumb of a Polo mint I managed to snap out of it and have avoided it and anything more than 20 quids worth of rock since.
