Before I ever stumbled on to bluelight, my main information system regarding different drugs came off the street. I was told suboxone could not be shot, methadone turned you crippled and sexless, that shooting cocaine made the methadone in you're system dissapere, and that "a lot o' mothuh fuckuh's whent to jail because they didn't drink they grape juice." I would try to soak in every bit of information I could, form the wide eyed junkys high on crack, or the nodding squatters who were seconds away from taking my money and running off with it.
Back when I was a teenager, I really didn't have many connections to buy heroin. The reason I tried the sht in the first place, was because a friend of mine's pot dealer, aptly named "2-slick", informed us that he was selling "that diesel". After heariNg about my best friend almost dying after taking 100mg of methadone as his first opioid experience, I was hesitant to try out heroin. But it all happened due to homophobia.
What I mean by this, is that on the night that I ended up sniffing heroin for the first time, I actually didn't really want to do it at all. Sure, I was curious as hell, but I was actually afraid of the drug. What happened was, me and a friend were riding the F-train back to prospect park from Brighton beach. We had been drinking all evening and were beginning to suffer from the slight afterglow which turns so quickly into a banging headache. I suggested to my friend, that I didn't want to call it a night yet, so why not try to buy some Molly. He turned to me and said, "are you kidding, if we take Molly well end up having sex with each other. Are you GAY?"
And of course at that age, there was nothing worse in my circle of friends than being a fag. It's not that any of us hated homosexuals, in fact one of my best friends was gay. It was just that since we all worshipped GG ALlin, as well as a multitude of black metal bands (burzum,infester,dark throne), acting "gay"was not cool. Especially if we weren't actually homosexual.
So anyway, Molly was out of the question, because I believed my friend that we might both wake up the next night with each others dick's in our mouths. (It really shows how confident we were of our sexual identity at the time. )
So we settled on heroin. We split three bags that night, sniffed them and got high as hell. I remember waiting in the train station with my friend that night, experiencing "the nod" for the first time, and saying, "this is the best feeling in the world, I'm so happy we did this together."
Now high on heroin, our fear of being perceived gay in the other ones eyes seemed to have vannished.
Back when I was a teenager, I really didn't have many connections to buy heroin. The reason I tried the sht in the first place, was because a friend of mine's pot dealer, aptly named "2-slick", informed us that he was selling "that diesel". After heariNg about my best friend almost dying after taking 100mg of methadone as his first opioid experience, I was hesitant to try out heroin. But it all happened due to homophobia.
What I mean by this, is that on the night that I ended up sniffing heroin for the first time, I actually didn't really want to do it at all. Sure, I was curious as hell, but I was actually afraid of the drug. What happened was, me and a friend were riding the F-train back to prospect park from Brighton beach. We had been drinking all evening and were beginning to suffer from the slight afterglow which turns so quickly into a banging headache. I suggested to my friend, that I didn't want to call it a night yet, so why not try to buy some Molly. He turned to me and said, "are you kidding, if we take Molly well end up having sex with each other. Are you GAY?"
And of course at that age, there was nothing worse in my circle of friends than being a fag. It's not that any of us hated homosexuals, in fact one of my best friends was gay. It was just that since we all worshipped GG ALlin, as well as a multitude of black metal bands (burzum,infester,dark throne), acting "gay"was not cool. Especially if we weren't actually homosexual.
So anyway, Molly was out of the question, because I believed my friend that we might both wake up the next night with each others dick's in our mouths. (It really shows how confident we were of our sexual identity at the time. )
So we settled on heroin. We split three bags that night, sniffed them and got high as hell. I remember waiting in the train station with my friend that night, experiencing "the nod" for the first time, and saying, "this is the best feeling in the world, I'm so happy we did this together."
Now high on heroin, our fear of being perceived gay in the other ones eyes seemed to have vannished.
