Zopiclone bandit
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2018
- Messages
- 12,251
Well the title should say clean-ish I guess, I've been on here enough for people to know my DOC etc (if you have no idea I love heroin & used since 2001) since just before Xmas I'd started to get really sick of the life that comes with it & I'd been cutting down my use slowly & the last week I've had hardly anything & I'm coming off the gear my own way, to hell with the methadone clinics that will cut my script if I piss dirty for smoking crack (I do smoke crack but I've never had a real issue with it, I can skip it if I want, it's the heroin that breaks my ballls)
Anyway my small social group & believe me it is small as 98% of junkies I hate & I'd not piss on if I saw them on fire still use & they have NO desire to quit, in some ways I don't blame them as life is hard & heroin helps. I'm NOT going to cut contact with these small few as we have helped each other out for decades & we were friends well before we ever picked up the foil & our bond is even more tight in a way now being "brothers in junk"
How do people cope when you got a good friend or friends around that are having a toot in front of you & that PAWS-esque black feeling starts to come over you, all you can do is watch them smoke, your stomach turns over when you smell the gear in the air, it seems to bring on a precipitated withdrawal etc?
Like yesterday I was sweating like I'd come out a shower, my stomach was growling, I had bad enough diarrhea, I'd have been quite happy to blow my head off if I had access to a gun (PAWS) & my mate had gone to score & was saying he would "help me out" & I was 50/50 over it, in the end I turned it up & just sat there. I was quite pleased with myself in a way but what will I do when the gear is right there in front of me? How do you cope & what do you do?
Anyway my small social group & believe me it is small as 98% of junkies I hate & I'd not piss on if I saw them on fire still use & they have NO desire to quit, in some ways I don't blame them as life is hard & heroin helps. I'm NOT going to cut contact with these small few as we have helped each other out for decades & we were friends well before we ever picked up the foil & our bond is even more tight in a way now being "brothers in junk"
How do people cope when you got a good friend or friends around that are having a toot in front of you & that PAWS-esque black feeling starts to come over you, all you can do is watch them smoke, your stomach turns over when you smell the gear in the air, it seems to bring on a precipitated withdrawal etc?
Like yesterday I was sweating like I'd come out a shower, my stomach was growling, I had bad enough diarrhea, I'd have been quite happy to blow my head off if I had access to a gun (PAWS) & my mate had gone to score & was saying he would "help me out" & I was 50/50 over it, in the end I turned it up & just sat there. I was quite pleased with myself in a way but what will I do when the gear is right there in front of me? How do you cope & what do you do?