Bomb319
Bluelighter
Twice.
1. Benzos. When I was being prescribed many of these and particularly the Z-drug Zopiclone (Sold in the US only as its active isomer Eszopiclone or Lunesta), after I took my dose, I found it prudent to semi-hide them in ways where a sober person could easily access them, but a sleepwalking zombie could not. Think high up Russian nesting dolls. I felt it to be prudent given my propensity to completely forget I've taken my dose, then keep taking them.
2. Heroin. When I was an addict, I sometimes took a point of two of "extra" bindles (folded up paper, it's the lingo here) and intentionally hid them under the couch cushions or somewhere else where I might forget. The feeling of being utterly dopesick and coming across a legitimately lost stash is literally more euphoric than the heroin itself. It happened once to me when I actually found a real, lost bindle under the table. Best day of my life. Went from dopesick to high without having to leave the apartment! How often does THAT happen? No worrying about puking on the bus, the hour-long ride to our meeting place, or his unexpected delays. Of course as any heroin addict knows, this exercise was doomed to failure from the start; we all know EXACTLY where each and every grain is. If we run out, it's straight to the hiding places. Therefore this has never worked for me before. I suppose letting a trusted friend do it might work.
1. Benzos. When I was being prescribed many of these and particularly the Z-drug Zopiclone (Sold in the US only as its active isomer Eszopiclone or Lunesta), after I took my dose, I found it prudent to semi-hide them in ways where a sober person could easily access them, but a sleepwalking zombie could not. Think high up Russian nesting dolls. I felt it to be prudent given my propensity to completely forget I've taken my dose, then keep taking them.
2. Heroin. When I was an addict, I sometimes took a point of two of "extra" bindles (folded up paper, it's the lingo here) and intentionally hid them under the couch cushions or somewhere else where I might forget. The feeling of being utterly dopesick and coming across a legitimately lost stash is literally more euphoric than the heroin itself. It happened once to me when I actually found a real, lost bindle under the table. Best day of my life. Went from dopesick to high without having to leave the apartment! How often does THAT happen? No worrying about puking on the bus, the hour-long ride to our meeting place, or his unexpected delays. Of course as any heroin addict knows, this exercise was doomed to failure from the start; we all know EXACTLY where each and every grain is. If we run out, it's straight to the hiding places. Therefore this has never worked for me before. I suppose letting a trusted friend do it might work.
