mobnation69
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Hi there, thought I would throw a recent experience out to the masses. Hopefully it will be something helpful for the prevention of what I experienced last week.
Around eight or nine days ago I began a week-long bender on some quality heroin and crack. My method to get high is injected speedballs. When I cannot find quality powdered coke I buy crack and then dilute a point or two with about 2ml of vinegar or preferably 2 points of powdered acsorbic acid (vit. C) and a 1ml of water then with 1 to 2 points of smack. I did this on a regular basis of three to four injections on average every 12 hours. Getting any resemblance of a proper night's rest during this time was reduced to thirty to sixty minute ''naps'' at random, maybe one or two of these naps every 24 hours.
Needless to say, by last friday I was a teetering wreck and running low on inventory. My plug had given me a sample of about 1.5 points of blue fent. five days previous. The day he gave this to me I chased about half of that on some tin foil but wasn't too impressed. Fast-forward to five days later last friday, it's mid-morning and before deciding to finally get some sleep I get the brilliant idea to mainline the rest of my matchhead's worth of fent. No cocaine around, just the blue pebble in my cooker.
This is where and when my reality went down the shitter.
I bang it in, and quick enough I feel a nice little awakening and my vision cleared for a moment and I was like, ''shit, man, this is alright....'' then blammo, way beyond any lucid control I got yanked into this foggy but very panicked state that was telling me I was od'ing, I'm in a fuzzy world where I was still in my fourth-floor apartment looking out the living room window for ''one person'' that was supposed to be close by to save me, I then began this loop where I was flitting from window to window between bedrooms and the living room, as I did this I must have turned my apartment upside down - clothing, towels, sheets tossed everywhere, but I have no memory of that. It was probably ninety minutes later that I snapped out of it where I found myself lying on the living room couch.
It may not sound like much, ''alright, dude had an epsiode, carry on...'' but three days later and I am finally starting to shake off this intensely heavy sense of dread after exiting that nightmare world. I've been scared shitless to fall asleep again since and when I can't keep my eyes open any longer I make sure to have something silly like Ren and Stimpy playing non-stop on low-volume on my laptop next to me and that helps.
I've got ten days worth of 100mg methadone juice I bought from a contact to ween and to keep the withdrawals at bay. I've been an on/off user of smack and cocaine for thirty years now, and I don't think I've had a more serious, pressing feeling to get abstinent and fucking stay that way than I do now...yea yeah, the cravings will come back again, I just hope I find that strength again to stay off it for longer than six months.
What I also want to say besides vent and get this off my chest is please be careful out there y'all. Get that beauty sleep on a regular basis, I pinched a demon's arse hard enough that it bit back and left teeth marks on my mental constitution this time around.
Around eight or nine days ago I began a week-long bender on some quality heroin and crack. My method to get high is injected speedballs. When I cannot find quality powdered coke I buy crack and then dilute a point or two with about 2ml of vinegar or preferably 2 points of powdered acsorbic acid (vit. C) and a 1ml of water then with 1 to 2 points of smack. I did this on a regular basis of three to four injections on average every 12 hours. Getting any resemblance of a proper night's rest during this time was reduced to thirty to sixty minute ''naps'' at random, maybe one or two of these naps every 24 hours.
Needless to say, by last friday I was a teetering wreck and running low on inventory. My plug had given me a sample of about 1.5 points of blue fent. five days previous. The day he gave this to me I chased about half of that on some tin foil but wasn't too impressed. Fast-forward to five days later last friday, it's mid-morning and before deciding to finally get some sleep I get the brilliant idea to mainline the rest of my matchhead's worth of fent. No cocaine around, just the blue pebble in my cooker.
This is where and when my reality went down the shitter.
I bang it in, and quick enough I feel a nice little awakening and my vision cleared for a moment and I was like, ''shit, man, this is alright....'' then blammo, way beyond any lucid control I got yanked into this foggy but very panicked state that was telling me I was od'ing, I'm in a fuzzy world where I was still in my fourth-floor apartment looking out the living room window for ''one person'' that was supposed to be close by to save me, I then began this loop where I was flitting from window to window between bedrooms and the living room, as I did this I must have turned my apartment upside down - clothing, towels, sheets tossed everywhere, but I have no memory of that. It was probably ninety minutes later that I snapped out of it where I found myself lying on the living room couch.
It may not sound like much, ''alright, dude had an epsiode, carry on...'' but three days later and I am finally starting to shake off this intensely heavy sense of dread after exiting that nightmare world. I've been scared shitless to fall asleep again since and when I can't keep my eyes open any longer I make sure to have something silly like Ren and Stimpy playing non-stop on low-volume on my laptop next to me and that helps.
I've got ten days worth of 100mg methadone juice I bought from a contact to ween and to keep the withdrawals at bay. I've been an on/off user of smack and cocaine for thirty years now, and I don't think I've had a more serious, pressing feeling to get abstinent and fucking stay that way than I do now...yea yeah, the cravings will come back again, I just hope I find that strength again to stay off it for longer than six months.
What I also want to say besides vent and get this off my chest is please be careful out there y'all. Get that beauty sleep on a regular basis, I pinched a demon's arse hard enough that it bit back and left teeth marks on my mental constitution this time around.
