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For certain purposes I am going to put a disclaimer that this report is intended to be read as hypothetical and fictional, even though it is written in first person.
I am rather experienced with opiates. I've done opium, methadone, oxycontin, vicadin, percocet, hydromorphone, morphine.... I decided that I had kind of a problem with loving opiates too much, so in October decided to quit all drugs for a year, starting on New Years. Of course before that I just had to go on some huge drug binges, and I HAD to try heroin before I quit everything for so long. Extreme curiosity and all that...
I had no connects, so I pretty much went out to a certain place in my city and scored on the street. Being a short, shy white chick with no experience scoring in the street, walking in the dark alone, I had some doubts and thoughts of being robbed or just plain not finding anything at all. Luckily, I did end up finding some tar, although it took a long time and I think the "runner" guy was a bit young and incompetent. I accidently gave a dollar less than I should have for two bags, so I got one bag and the supplier kept my change. I fronted my money (bad idea, I know, but I'm not sure if that's normal around here or not) and got ripped off, but oh well... that's not the worst thing that could happen. I was glad that I got real H at all!
First I tried smoking it off a metal spoon and a straw, but that didn't work at all. After accidently melting the plastic straw I was a little worried about inhaling plastic and giving myself brain damage, so I gave up and tried to think of other ideas on how to administer it (IV was totally out of the question, I don't do needles). Luckily I remembered a suggestion on Bluelight and I decided to try it: dissolving the tar in warm water and then snorting the water. It was gross, but it worked!
I am between homes right now, so living out of a suitcase, visiting family and such. I didn't want to do H at my family's place, so I basically got rid of the bag over two days. The first night was the night I scored, and I insullflated the water over a period of an hour while taking a long hot bath... ahhhh...
It took a long time to come on. I did about half the bag, and at first I thought that it was shit and nothing was going to happen, and then after about an hour it hit all at once!
The feelings were like this: this incredible warmth went through my body, and I got this burst of energy that made me want to rub my face over and over again. I was warm and itchy, and it felt good to scrub my skin and rub it against the towel. I felt like I was a cat flexing it's paws and being petted by someone. My vision became a little blurry and doubled up... I had to work hard to keep my eyes straight. I literally wanted to purr like a cat. I mean I've felt euphoria from opiates, but those were more of a body high. Heroin gave me an emotional lift that was more than just a good body feeling... it was like being forgiven all my sins by god (if I believed in god, which I don't), or being a child and waking up in a warm house to a snow day and a happy family, or like any kind of joy you can just sink into and not think about anything else.
I got out of the bath and spent some time with my friends, thinking about how much I loved them and how glad I was to have them in my life. I felt a little guilty because they didn't know I was high (they are psychedelic users and stoners who are against other drugs) but I managed to stifle it, and I was able to hide my fuckedupness very well. Moving was very easy and quick, but at the same time I could stay still and sink into the couch. I could nod in and out really quickly, and spent half our conversation with my eyes closed. I took a hit of weed, which intensified the high really nicely.
The next day I was still feeling GREAT. I boarded the train to visit the other half of my family in California. I fell asleep on the train, woke up at 7AM, and then did the same water-mixing solution in the Amtrak train bathroom. This was I guess the other half of my "first time", or maybe my second time. This time I snorted the solution in the space of fifteen minutes, because I didn't want anyone to get suspicious that I was spending so much time in the bathroom. I did about half a bag again, thinking that I would have too much tolerance from the night before.
But, I was wrong.
It's probably not a good idea to do half a bag at once when you have very little tolerance. When I did it over the course of an hour, I didn't get sick, but when I did it this time I got VERY sick. First I felt this amazing sense of RELIEF, standing in the bathroom, because I'd been wanting it all day, and it just felt so great to feel the way I wanted to. I felt just perfect and completely optimistic for the day. It also felt REALLY STRONG. But fine, I could handle it.
And I did, until I was standing in line to buy tea at the Amtrak snack car, and then puked all over myself!
Well, that was embarrasing. I changed the shirt I'd puked over, brushed my teeth, then came back for my tea. I told observers that I was getting over the flu, and they felt very sorry for me and I felt like an asshole for lying to them!
I went upstairs to the sightseer car and puked two more times into the trash can (but very quietly so no one would notice, and luckily if they did they kept it to themselves). I was kind of worried about myself, because not only was I sick, but I had the blurriest vision and my head kept falling forward, and my breathing was very shallow. I forced myself to take deep and fast breaths to speed my system up more (I have this extreme fear of overdosing and dying on almost any drug). I was also consumed with guilt for misleading everyone into thinking I was really sick, and guilt about how proud my family was of me and what they would think if they really knew what I did and how let down they would be when they found out :/
After realizing that no, I wasn't going to die or anything like that, I forced down the rest of my tea and lay down in my seat. Then I had the best nod ever, where I just sank down into my seat and everything just... dissolved into a warm comforting blanket... My nausea went away after a while and I ate a few things, drank some juice, talked with my seatmate for a bit, then drifting off again to that blank nonexistence...
In summary: No more heroin for me. I love it so much, I only had it this morning and I already miss it like I would miss a person. Opiates are addictive, but H is in a class all of its own. The euphoria is like nothing I've gotten from anything else, not even morphine based pharmacuticals. It's the perfect drug for people who want to forget that they live in a fucked up world with horrible things happening and people being nasty to each other, a world of escape and sweet blissful nothingness.
substancecode_heroin
substancecode_opiates
methodcode_nasal
I am rather experienced with opiates. I've done opium, methadone, oxycontin, vicadin, percocet, hydromorphone, morphine.... I decided that I had kind of a problem with loving opiates too much, so in October decided to quit all drugs for a year, starting on New Years. Of course before that I just had to go on some huge drug binges, and I HAD to try heroin before I quit everything for so long. Extreme curiosity and all that...
I had no connects, so I pretty much went out to a certain place in my city and scored on the street. Being a short, shy white chick with no experience scoring in the street, walking in the dark alone, I had some doubts and thoughts of being robbed or just plain not finding anything at all. Luckily, I did end up finding some tar, although it took a long time and I think the "runner" guy was a bit young and incompetent. I accidently gave a dollar less than I should have for two bags, so I got one bag and the supplier kept my change. I fronted my money (bad idea, I know, but I'm not sure if that's normal around here or not) and got ripped off, but oh well... that's not the worst thing that could happen. I was glad that I got real H at all!
First I tried smoking it off a metal spoon and a straw, but that didn't work at all. After accidently melting the plastic straw I was a little worried about inhaling plastic and giving myself brain damage, so I gave up and tried to think of other ideas on how to administer it (IV was totally out of the question, I don't do needles). Luckily I remembered a suggestion on Bluelight and I decided to try it: dissolving the tar in warm water and then snorting the water. It was gross, but it worked!
I am between homes right now, so living out of a suitcase, visiting family and such. I didn't want to do H at my family's place, so I basically got rid of the bag over two days. The first night was the night I scored, and I insullflated the water over a period of an hour while taking a long hot bath... ahhhh...
It took a long time to come on. I did about half the bag, and at first I thought that it was shit and nothing was going to happen, and then after about an hour it hit all at once!
The feelings were like this: this incredible warmth went through my body, and I got this burst of energy that made me want to rub my face over and over again. I was warm and itchy, and it felt good to scrub my skin and rub it against the towel. I felt like I was a cat flexing it's paws and being petted by someone. My vision became a little blurry and doubled up... I had to work hard to keep my eyes straight. I literally wanted to purr like a cat. I mean I've felt euphoria from opiates, but those were more of a body high. Heroin gave me an emotional lift that was more than just a good body feeling... it was like being forgiven all my sins by god (if I believed in god, which I don't), or being a child and waking up in a warm house to a snow day and a happy family, or like any kind of joy you can just sink into and not think about anything else.
I got out of the bath and spent some time with my friends, thinking about how much I loved them and how glad I was to have them in my life. I felt a little guilty because they didn't know I was high (they are psychedelic users and stoners who are against other drugs) but I managed to stifle it, and I was able to hide my fuckedupness very well. Moving was very easy and quick, but at the same time I could stay still and sink into the couch. I could nod in and out really quickly, and spent half our conversation with my eyes closed. I took a hit of weed, which intensified the high really nicely.
The next day I was still feeling GREAT. I boarded the train to visit the other half of my family in California. I fell asleep on the train, woke up at 7AM, and then did the same water-mixing solution in the Amtrak train bathroom. This was I guess the other half of my "first time", or maybe my second time. This time I snorted the solution in the space of fifteen minutes, because I didn't want anyone to get suspicious that I was spending so much time in the bathroom. I did about half a bag again, thinking that I would have too much tolerance from the night before.
But, I was wrong.
It's probably not a good idea to do half a bag at once when you have very little tolerance. When I did it over the course of an hour, I didn't get sick, but when I did it this time I got VERY sick. First I felt this amazing sense of RELIEF, standing in the bathroom, because I'd been wanting it all day, and it just felt so great to feel the way I wanted to. I felt just perfect and completely optimistic for the day. It also felt REALLY STRONG. But fine, I could handle it.
And I did, until I was standing in line to buy tea at the Amtrak snack car, and then puked all over myself!
Well, that was embarrasing. I changed the shirt I'd puked over, brushed my teeth, then came back for my tea. I told observers that I was getting over the flu, and they felt very sorry for me and I felt like an asshole for lying to them!
I went upstairs to the sightseer car and puked two more times into the trash can (but very quietly so no one would notice, and luckily if they did they kept it to themselves). I was kind of worried about myself, because not only was I sick, but I had the blurriest vision and my head kept falling forward, and my breathing was very shallow. I forced myself to take deep and fast breaths to speed my system up more (I have this extreme fear of overdosing and dying on almost any drug). I was also consumed with guilt for misleading everyone into thinking I was really sick, and guilt about how proud my family was of me and what they would think if they really knew what I did and how let down they would be when they found out :/
After realizing that no, I wasn't going to die or anything like that, I forced down the rest of my tea and lay down in my seat. Then I had the best nod ever, where I just sank down into my seat and everything just... dissolved into a warm comforting blanket... My nausea went away after a while and I ate a few things, drank some juice, talked with my seatmate for a bit, then drifting off again to that blank nonexistence...
In summary: No more heroin for me. I love it so much, I only had it this morning and I already miss it like I would miss a person. Opiates are addictive, but H is in a class all of its own. The euphoria is like nothing I've gotten from anything else, not even morphine based pharmacuticals. It's the perfect drug for people who want to forget that they live in a fucked up world with horrible things happening and people being nasty to each other, a world of escape and sweet blissful nothingness.
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