For it being so gentle, the one I can never forget is the first - and, when I say the first, I mean with respect to opiates. Yes, 5 mg oxycodone from a Percocet 5/325, the one tablet taken whole. I knew it would begin there, really, and looking back on that point, I can recall opiate euphoria being so new - it felt so wonderful, so much of what I'd expected in romanticizing opiates, as I've always done, and also so much more than what I expected, at once. It was so delightful, so graceful, so forgiving and merciful, so tender and mild, so uplifting and so relaxing, ridding me of anxiety and worry, and replacing distressed nerves with pleasantly steadied nerves of apathy toward the bad - apathy I didn't have to create. It was so silly, too, and it did explain so much (much of my childhood involved two parents as opiate addicts), and it was so much more I cannot put into words. But, I'll never forget it. It was the opiate's premier in my life, and the first taste has had me damn intrigued, ever since.
