Diacetylus
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I had just been out on the boat all day and we (my stepdad and I) brought to boat in to a well known pub on the water, with it's own jetty. After winning $400.00 on the pokies and downing quite a few beers, I decided to walk home from this pub. Halfway home, I decided to catch a taxi to the city and score some smack.
1:20am: I finally get there (to Melbourne city) and pay $70.00 to the taxi driver and walk around china town for a bit. Finally bump into an asian dealer in an amusement/pinball parlour and score 2 "caps" of Heroin, they came wrapped in a tiny water-baloon, so I didn't get a chance to see the size.
1:32am: I come across a Tabaret pokies venue and decide to go into the public toilets there and smoke some Heroin. It takes a while for me to set myself up for smoking, but I finally have a couple of small "burns", before getting interrupted by the security guard of the venue. He pops his head over the toilet cubicle and asks what I'm doing. Threatens me to call the police and tells me to get out. He escorts me out of the venue. (they are extremely strict in this particular place and if anyone takes any longer than 10minutes in their toilets they catch on)
1:42am: Sorry, bare with me, I'll finally get to the effects.
I walk on into a carpark, but much to my disappointment the toilets are locked. I find a stairwell nearby and decide to set-shop underneath that. Pretty ghetto huh? This is the first and probably last time I will ever choose to use in a place I will be so easily spotted. I think they had surveillance cameras in there as well. 8(
1:50am: I prepare my foil from a "lifesavers" candy tube thingy, and roll up some paper from the packet. Again, pretty "ghetto" set-up. Finally inhaling the beautiful tasting vapours of the Heroin, the effects take full force.
A small "rush" is present, and a wave of warmth and contentment spread over me. I feel a grin appear on my face. Not a care in the world.
2:00am: I decide to chop up two miniscule lines on a gym membership card, with another credit card and use my smoking tube to insufflate one line in each nostril.
2:15am: I am heavily sedated at this point, and can't stop scratching my nose and arms. I just stare at the blank walls in the car-park stair case and hear people upstairs (cleaners?) making a whole racket. I couldn't care less if I were to get caught, as the carefree attitude the Heroin has put me in makes any fear in my mind completely vanish. Still, luckily, noone has come down to bother me.
2:20am: I am down to my last rock and decide to smoke the remainder of Heroin. By the time I put the straw down and exhale the fumes, I lean my head up against the wall (hard concrete by the way) and just let my body float on this constructed cloud, that feels like cotton wool. Not a thought going through my head, just the female presence that is diacetylmorphine. The high, subtle. Yet, so strong in so many ways. Still no nod though, just sleepiness and small sensations of bliss.
3:00:am: Still sitting there, I think to myself how nice it would be to get even more higher to the point of nodding in and out of consciousness. So, I decide to go for another walk and purchase two more caps of the stuff beautiful dreams are made of.
3:25am: Sitting down, playing Streetfighter Alpha. I signal a small asian dude to come over, I can almost tell straight away who are the drug dealers and who aren't. He comes over, comments on how pin-pricked my eyes are and I exchange the money, for some more gear. I then proceed to my previous smoking spot.
4:00am: Back here again, I smoke the whole lot, one burn after the other. In a Heroin stupour (and possibly due to the residual effects of the alcohol) I burn my lips, my fingers and other parts of my body, in an attempt to get even more higher. I have strange, but not-so-intense audio hallucinations and double-possibly triple vision. My eyes feel crosseyed and this gets a little annoying, because it is hard to focus on how much cash I have left.
4:55am: Waiting for the first train back to Frankston, I fall asleep on the bench near the train station.
6:10am: A nearby train tooting it's horn awakens me from my blissful-tranced out state of mind. I run onto the platform and catch my train home, only just there in time by a bee's dick.
I have had a good night and feel as though I have just awakened from the most refreshing sleep ever.
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I apologise for the possibly inaccuracies of the times, in regards to the times, it was all guesswork. Also, sorry about how it took a while for the actual trip-report to take off.
1:20am: I finally get there (to Melbourne city) and pay $70.00 to the taxi driver and walk around china town for a bit. Finally bump into an asian dealer in an amusement/pinball parlour and score 2 "caps" of Heroin, they came wrapped in a tiny water-baloon, so I didn't get a chance to see the size.
1:32am: I come across a Tabaret pokies venue and decide to go into the public toilets there and smoke some Heroin. It takes a while for me to set myself up for smoking, but I finally have a couple of small "burns", before getting interrupted by the security guard of the venue. He pops his head over the toilet cubicle and asks what I'm doing. Threatens me to call the police and tells me to get out. He escorts me out of the venue. (they are extremely strict in this particular place and if anyone takes any longer than 10minutes in their toilets they catch on)
1:42am: Sorry, bare with me, I'll finally get to the effects.
I walk on into a carpark, but much to my disappointment the toilets are locked. I find a stairwell nearby and decide to set-shop underneath that. Pretty ghetto huh? This is the first and probably last time I will ever choose to use in a place I will be so easily spotted. I think they had surveillance cameras in there as well. 8(
1:50am: I prepare my foil from a "lifesavers" candy tube thingy, and roll up some paper from the packet. Again, pretty "ghetto" set-up. Finally inhaling the beautiful tasting vapours of the Heroin, the effects take full force.
A small "rush" is present, and a wave of warmth and contentment spread over me. I feel a grin appear on my face. Not a care in the world.
2:00am: I decide to chop up two miniscule lines on a gym membership card, with another credit card and use my smoking tube to insufflate one line in each nostril.
2:15am: I am heavily sedated at this point, and can't stop scratching my nose and arms. I just stare at the blank walls in the car-park stair case and hear people upstairs (cleaners?) making a whole racket. I couldn't care less if I were to get caught, as the carefree attitude the Heroin has put me in makes any fear in my mind completely vanish. Still, luckily, noone has come down to bother me.
2:20am: I am down to my last rock and decide to smoke the remainder of Heroin. By the time I put the straw down and exhale the fumes, I lean my head up against the wall (hard concrete by the way) and just let my body float on this constructed cloud, that feels like cotton wool. Not a thought going through my head, just the female presence that is diacetylmorphine. The high, subtle. Yet, so strong in so many ways. Still no nod though, just sleepiness and small sensations of bliss.
3:00:am: Still sitting there, I think to myself how nice it would be to get even more higher to the point of nodding in and out of consciousness. So, I decide to go for another walk and purchase two more caps of the stuff beautiful dreams are made of.
3:25am: Sitting down, playing Streetfighter Alpha. I signal a small asian dude to come over, I can almost tell straight away who are the drug dealers and who aren't. He comes over, comments on how pin-pricked my eyes are and I exchange the money, for some more gear. I then proceed to my previous smoking spot.
4:00am: Back here again, I smoke the whole lot, one burn after the other. In a Heroin stupour (and possibly due to the residual effects of the alcohol) I burn my lips, my fingers and other parts of my body, in an attempt to get even more higher. I have strange, but not-so-intense audio hallucinations and double-possibly triple vision. My eyes feel crosseyed and this gets a little annoying, because it is hard to focus on how much cash I have left.
4:55am: Waiting for the first train back to Frankston, I fall asleep on the bench near the train station.
6:10am: A nearby train tooting it's horn awakens me from my blissful-tranced out state of mind. I run onto the platform and catch my train home, only just there in time by a bee's dick.
I have had a good night and feel as though I have just awakened from the most refreshing sleep ever.
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I apologise for the possibly inaccuracies of the times, in regards to the times, it was all guesswork. Also, sorry about how it took a while for the actual trip-report to take off.
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