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(Heroin) First time: I LOVE It

I don't know what they gave me when I got my wisdom teethe removed. Some blue stuff in an iv, up my vein or something....I dont know, lol, probably Ketamine or Laughing Gas? They didn't put the thing on my mouth, like laughing gas. Tell you though, I loved it- they asked me if I wanted a wheelchair and I was perfectly fine, I was thinking to myself- wow the pain is gone and I hadn't felt so good in so long, I thought- I could be on this stuff forever and think really amazing stories would come from this. The room spun for a few seconds, but I could feel and hear the drilling, but I don't remember them doing anything and I kept saying 'Im awake' through my mouth but I doubt they heard me....

So anyways, sorry for the randomness one of the posts reminded me of this- have you ever seen Requiem for A Dream? That changed my mind about drugs, or at least the hard ones. I hope you quit before you become addicted, because it's good to be in control of your mind, and heroin addictions are worst.
 
the op snorted half a bag of tar and talks like she knows what dope IS
thats fucking funny you people forget in addition to all the other deadly attractions of dope there is always the desire to romanticise it, even through denigration.
We talk about addiction as the ultimate form of attachment to the world; maybe so but at least addicts KNOW this fact
there are so many sober motherfuckers walking around living not just frivolous lives, but lives inimical to the basic laws of aesthetics, ugly lives based around self-centeredness and greed, lives that are spent demonising junkies but totally sanction and overlook, among other things deviant little manipulative practices that are based on the degradation of others (being sexual or otherwise) and the most well intentioned among us are often the worse in this regard (and that includes self-ordained "psychonauts", oh yes!)
Junk teaches you things about life, yes, but it also teaches you about the nature of teaching, of the acquisition of knowledege. And what it teaches you is basically that you cannot have your cake and eat it too, that knowledge is not some abstracted thing that can be separated from (a)the totally un-simulate-able moment of the Revelation and (b)the effects it has on the life of the knower and the fact that noone can go back to a state of primordial ignorance.
Knowledge is non-transferrable (and no don't bable on about the 'medium of language' or some other nonsense as if their were an alternate medium) that you can only learn from your OWN experience, that knowing something intellectually is quite a different thing from knowing it "existentially". And finally that noone can really help anyone else, noone but the withdrawing addict can ease his withdrawal and that is only through further impalement on the wheel of suffering through further opiate abuse. Trying to kick a habit cold turkey is like trying to kick the cycle of causation in miniature: good fucking luck! and i know that some do it but nobody ever really gets off even if they stay clean for the rest of their lives because at the moment of that first injection of heroin, they gained a secret gnosis, a forbidden understanding that cannot be put into words or transferred to anybody directly about the ultimate nature of Life and Death.

And as for me, I'd a thousand times rather be a Junkie than a Fool
But thats just me some people actually do manage to regain their innocence to wriggle ignobly back into the amniotic sac, back into the fetus. But is that what we are here for?
 
and sorry for the bump but i just couldnt help remaining silent on the issues discussed in this thread.
 
Thanks wingnutlives for posting this. I've always thought H could be a beautiful experience and your report thoroughly confirms this. The enamoured way in which you speak of it though is what I really appreciate, as it reaffirms for me that H is something I should not even try once. This is one intoxicating romance I do not need in my life.

Hope you are still staying away from it, all the best and thanks so much for sharing this.
 
We talk about addiction as the ultimate form of attachment to the world; maybe so but at least addicts KNOW this fact
there are so many sober motherfuckers walking around living not just frivolous lives, but lives inimical to the basic laws of aesthetics, ugly lives based around self-centeredness and greed, lives that are spent demonising junkies but totally sanction and overlook, among other things deviant little manipulative practices that are based on the degradation of others (being sexual or otherwise) and the most well intentioned among us are often the worse in this regard (and that includes self-ordained "psychonauts", oh yes!)

While most sober people can be really self-centered and full of shit, their attitude is nothing compared to your typical junkie. The vast majority of junkies are awful people, they won't hesitate to fuck you over if they get a chance. Furthermore, being addicted to junk is the highest form of being self-centered there is.

I don't buy the there are no good or bad drugs argument. Some drugs are definitely much more dangerous than others and it has nothing to do with the user's personality. In the most extreme cases, just look at Datura and PMA; Are they 'just' drugs as well?

Junk doesn't really teach you anything. Yeah, living through the hell of addiction will teach you a few things, but that's more of a life experience than an experience that has anything to do with high of heroin.

Heroin is bad, that's all there is to it.
 
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i have been addicted to heroin for 11 years. I have seen the drug destroy lives of many people. For me i have been able to keep my family and job without letting anyone know about my secret. you have to be able to be a productive person if you are going to be an addict
 
I totally feel what Arsteraad is saying in that passionate and deep post.

But Arsteraad, use a fucking dictionary. Knowledge is exactly the thing that can be abstracted from experience and shared among people. That is its definition. You're talking about wisdom.

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And I feel sort of weird for the OP; saying that she doesn't use heroin anymore or won't in the future. With something like cigarettes, let alone heroin, I'm pretty sure that all you can say is "I am not using it at this moment" and then you watch yourself to see exactly when that state of existence wants to change. Saying "I don't and won't" seems like a wishful thinking magic pact with the future, to me.
 
why do MDMA trips sounds more fascinating and fun and euphoric, so then why try something dangerous and addictive like Heroin ? i never understood that
 
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Because it feels fucking good. Its like an affair. You know you shouldn't do it, but its almost necessary because you are not getting what you need from the other facets in your life. Its the lure of a secret romance, except this romance is chemically induced, then further experientially and environmentally re-enforced.
 
Because it feels fucking good. Its like an affair. You know you shouldn't do it, but its almost necessary because you are not getting what you need from the other facets in your life. Its the lure of a secret romance, except this romance is chemically induced, then further experientially and environmentally re-enforced.

yeah but MDMA offers the same thing, then why Heroin? i still don't understand. Why try something so lethal and addictive when MDMA has the samething to offer?
 
It doesn't have the same thing to offer. They're totally different. Some people will respond very strongly to one and not the other, some will respond strongly to both, and some to neither. Have you heard the expression that a certain drug is someone's drug of choice? Mine could never be alcohol or cocaine; they just don't work well for me. But weed certainly does work for me.

Let's say you're burned out from work and need a vacation. Do you go bungy jumping, or lie on a beach, or explore a busy city? Different people need different vacations to feel refreshed. Same concept.
 
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agree. i recently tried pure mdma for the first time and i am an opiate addict. i really enjoyed it, and didn't think about opiates while i was on it BUT they are definitely two different drugs and i still prefer heroin.

the most obvious reason is that one is an upper and one a downer. i'm not really into uppers of any kind. furthermore, i think heroin offers something more internal. mdma doesn't make you nod and daydream. but yeah, to each their own.
 
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agree. i recently tried pure mdma for the first time and i am an opiate addict. i really enjoyed it, and didn't think about opiates while i was on it BUT they are definitely two different drugs and i still prefer heroin.

the most obvious reason is that one is an upper and one a downer. i'm not really into uppers of any kind. furthermore, i think heroin offers something more internal. mdma doesn't make you nod and daydream. but yeah, to each their own.

i understand what u mean but everything thing in life makes u nod and daydream, very few things in life lift your spirit the way MDMA does. but i agree its all about choices.
 
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.

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Yeah, none of the other opioids come even close to H in terms of Euphoria.....its more than euphoria, it is mental exstacy.
 
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