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Heroin war stories

A similar type of old timer I once knew would cheerfully admit his ripoffs with the explanation " total need, wouldn't you?" Said it so often it became his catchphrase.
 
SamhainGrim said:
Not quite the exact same story though...

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confused? blondin is really him from the krypton factor who does your news? i think it's great...i love stories
 
Brimz, hope your ok, I always look in the spike for a pulsing, tell tale sign you've hit one.

These stories are great, it is for the fear of running out of gear that I don't own a passport. I won't even travel more than 2 hours away by car, so it's north Wales all the time for our Hols, I love Wales though so it ain't all bad.
 
thattoh said:
Brimz, hope your ok, I always look in the spike for a pulsing, tell tale sign you've hit one.

These stories are great, it is for the fear of running out of gear that I don't own a passport. I won't even travel more than 2 hours away by car, so it's north Wales all the time for our Hols, I love Wales though so it ain't all bad.
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i knew there was a reason i didnt have a passport.
 
97,98,99,100....1,2,3,4,5 This is how i judged how far i was walking, so far i reckoned i'd done around 5 miles . I was in the middle of nowhere in the darkest country lanes i'd ever seen, all i knew was i was in Wales & it felt better doing this than lying in that poxy little tent with that stinking , shitting thing i called my friend . It wasn't Vicki that bothered me , i loved her and we had come here together in one last attempt to get off this shit. It was the fact that her legs didn't tingle and tickle and feel like something was crawling under the skin. They ached so bad i wished i could break them , just to take the feeling away. My legs always bothered me , the shits , sickness, runny nose streaming eyes i could handle , but fuck me my legs.

We had been here 3 days now and even after i'd managed to talk my mate into travelling 4 hours by train to a place called Mehuncleth or something like that , with a package of 4 half a grammes ( which lasted just over a day ) It seemed we had been here a month . I knew i couldn't do it , wasn't strong enough , didn't want to do it , my only problem was Vicki.

It was 4am when i got back to the tent which was in Vicki's sisters back garden . Her sister had kindly let us stay while we attempted to beat the sickness. I sat outside smoking a fag thinking how do i tell her i can't do this no-more, finally i plucked up the courage and entered the tent. My eyes didn't believe it at first she was fast asleep...How could she be sleeping ? Here i was in full bore rattle mode and she was blissfully asleep , oblivious to my pain and suffering.
"VICKI,VICKI wake the fuck up ! How the fuckinhell are you sleeping while i'm rattlin my bollox off walking for fuckin miles in the pissin down rain "
She must have kept something from me , or maybe she brought some vallies or meth with her and she's had them all this time. This was the excuse i needed , the reason for fucking off home.
I was going home today with or without her.

It was 9 o clock when i phoned home i pleaded with my parents to get us a ticket back home . I told them i'd tried , i'd really tried but just couldn't do it this way . I needed proper medical help , rehab or something similar . My mom had heard it all before yet, again she came through for us .
" Come home son , we'll look after you "

The only thing i remember about the train journey home was seeing a bunch of school kids and feeling totally ashamed at how i looked and what they must of thought . How would i have reacted if i'd have seen me now.
I'd arranged to meet my man who would sort us a couple of 1/2's as i was always good for credit. As the train pulled in it was straight to the meet then into the toilets to shake this monkey off.

Now it was time to face the music , my parents were going to help me even my dad who i hardley spoke to said he would help me . I said my goodbye's to Vicki and arranged to meet in a couple of days . Before i knew it i was getting off my bus and approaching my folkes house. The guilt was overwhelming , the shame i'd caused my mom was massive. " Your Louie's a dirty smack-ed " they would say and she'd tell them i was getting help and was doing fine .

The gate opened and during those few seconds it took to walk the path my mind must of changed 20 times. "RUN,RUN,RUN," it kept saying , while at the same time the other half was telling me to stay and get the help i needed .Then the door opened and there was my mom , my one in a million loving mother, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear " Dont worry son your dad and i are going to help you beat this once and for all "
It was like a blanket of love had wrapped itself around me and i could of stayed there forever. Then out of nowhere a massive clap of thunder sounded above and a bolt of lightning struck me right in my soul.
I was grabbed and dragged with such force my trainer came off and my coat wrapped round my head , i was blinded by fear , confused , scared , what had happened to my blanket of love ?
My dad had happened , this giant ogre of a man had grabbed this 9st peice of shit who he carried with such ease , it was as if i was a bin bag about to be discarded into the back of a wagon.

The silence was deafening , no-one spoke ,my angel was silent in her defending. I dont think i spoke a word as he threw me on the floor sat on top of me and clamped a chain around my ankle.
Seconds later i awoke from my nightmare to find that the reality was much worse, i was indeed chained to a cast iron radiator in an extension at the back of the house.I was left for about an hour to come to terms with what had just happened to me , then my dad appeared and told me i was to be kept here for 30 days , Not one day less.
 
Yeah that's got me waiting.....

Parents go through as much pain as their addict off spring ime Louie. In a bad time i sometimes think that my drug use killed my Dad . It didn't a Heart Attack did but i've often thought that i contributed . Got to get some help for that oneday :\
 
c'mon louie. I want the rest of that story; I've been waiting over a year now to find out what happened over those 30 days...what happened on the 30th day? did you get a pen and paper? how did you sleep? how long was the chaiin? more more more!!!!

@ blondin...heroin was a major contribution to your parents fucking you up or your parents fucking you up a major contribution to you taking heroin.

we see there how louie's dad stopped him taking heroin for 30 days..it's a nice gesture really...all you can do now is make sure that your younguns don't end up doin the gear
 
Hi Pinky,

sorry bab i never did send you send you the rest did i ? Oh well , I'll try & write the next part over the weekend. What i can tell you though is it ended up being longer than 30 days , the local constabulary became involved along with a couple of escapes & after it ended i was still Heroin dependant.

We are a resourceful , sneaky , manipulative bunch when our backs are up against the wall & that rattles full on aren't we ?

The chain by the way was around 30ft long , enough to reach the kitchen & utility ( toilet ) .

Brimz alright son , my old man also had a heart attack about 8 yrs after this episode & although he survived i too felt so guilty that i'd contributed massively towards it . Mind you due to other circumstances i now live back at home with my parents & whether it's the fact that I'm in a good job , live a peaceful life etc ... they seem to have come to terms with my addiction . I'd like to think i'm a kind, loving , respectfull son who just happens to be addicted to Heroin.
 
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