CTdopeLove
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This is a lot like my other IV heroin report, but bear with me, as stories like this are the only ones I ever feel like sharing.
I used to have a moderate physical addiction to heroin, shooting 2 to 4 bags a day just to maintain. 2 bags at a time would give me very little rush, and no high. If I wanted to get high, I'd shoot about 4 at a time, which would give me a nice rush but a mediocre high.
About 4 months ago, I stopped using dope every day, and suffered some withdrawal. I abstained from all hard drugs for a while, occasionally drinking vodka or smoking weed if the desire to get high presented itself. Some time after this, I started smoking crack again occasionally (at most once a week), and shooting dope rarely (once a month maybe).
The other day, I woke up with money in my pocket, and decided I wanted to cop a $20 piece of crack. I called up my dealer, but all he had was dope, and my strictly-crack dealer wasn't answering his phone, so I decided to get 2 bags of heroin instead.
I drove to meet up with the dope boy, and scored two nicely sized dime bags of dope. This was different product than what he had had previously, but the quality of his dope doesn't vary that widely, so I wasn't at all worried.
I drove away from the dope spot, and into downtown to buy a couple rigs (syringes for the layperson). After this, I drove up Main St. and stopped at Walgreens, anxious to get this dope in me.
I parked facing the street, and left my car running, knowing with my injection experience that this would only take a minute or two. I emptied the two wax baggies out onto a McDonalds receipt, and emptied this tan powder into the cap of my syringe. I added 40 units of water, and mixed it up with the plunger. A small piece of cotton was added, and I drew the murky brown liquid up into the barrel. I rolled up my sleeve, and wrapped a belt around my arm, hoping to find a suitable vein quickly. "BINGO!" I thought as a nice fat vein near my left wrist presented itself, ready to be poked in the name of intoxication. I slid the needle in, and after drawing back to ensure I was in the vein, I pushed the plunger down, forcing the two bags of heroin into my bloodstream. I pulled the needle out, rinsed and capped it, and that's when it hit me.
WOOOOOSHHHHHHHH... it hit me like a tidal wave, and the music volume seemed to lower significantly as my head swam. "Ah, nice rush" I thought as I put my stuff away, preparing to pull out of the parking spot.
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[Fast forward an hour]
I open my eyes, and realize I'm still sitting in Walgreens parking lot. "Oh my god it happened again" I thought, remembering a similar event ( http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=269549&highlight=heroin ) that had happened to me. My eyes were extremely heavy, and my arms felt like they weren't my own, as they didn't want to move like I wanted them to. Slowly the cobwebs cleared from my mind, and my body started to feel more normal (although no less doped out) over the next minute or two.
Finally, I felt well enough to make my way out of the parking lot. As I drove my car up Main St. I thought about the fact that if I had had $30, I probably would have bought 3 bags, and shot them all at once. If two bags had me passed out in my car, 3 might have done me in. Normally a scary thought, in my doped-out haze I just laughed, thanking god that I only had $20.
As I pulled my car into my driveway, cigarette hanging from my mouth, my stomach did a flip, and all of a sudden I felt like I had to throw up. Unfortunately, my dad was standing outside in the garage, so puking outside was not an option. I quickly made my way into my house, and almost ran to the bathroom, anxious to ease the pain in my stomach.
After I finished up, I looked in the mirror and saw that my pupils were almost non-existant. My back and chest were itchy, and my face felt hot and flushed. It almost looked like I had wind burn on my face, which is common for me with a high dose of heroin.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of iced tea, which I promptly drank. Uh oh, bad idea. Back to the bathroom I go. Thank god dope-puke comes out so easily without any discomfort.
I repeated this process for the next 3 hours, drinking something cold, then puking it up 10 minutes later. Later on that night I did end up getting some crack, and the first hit left my stomach flip-flopping so much I barely had time to throw my car door open before spewing all over the street.
If there had to be a moral to this story, it would be that if you haven't done dope in a while, start with a low dose, as you can always do more, but it's very hard to undo. I may have been fine both times this has happened to me, but what if I had gotten a 3rd bag? Might have been enough for the big dirt nap.
~CTdopeLove
I used to have a moderate physical addiction to heroin, shooting 2 to 4 bags a day just to maintain. 2 bags at a time would give me very little rush, and no high. If I wanted to get high, I'd shoot about 4 at a time, which would give me a nice rush but a mediocre high.
About 4 months ago, I stopped using dope every day, and suffered some withdrawal. I abstained from all hard drugs for a while, occasionally drinking vodka or smoking weed if the desire to get high presented itself. Some time after this, I started smoking crack again occasionally (at most once a week), and shooting dope rarely (once a month maybe).
The other day, I woke up with money in my pocket, and decided I wanted to cop a $20 piece of crack. I called up my dealer, but all he had was dope, and my strictly-crack dealer wasn't answering his phone, so I decided to get 2 bags of heroin instead.
I drove to meet up with the dope boy, and scored two nicely sized dime bags of dope. This was different product than what he had had previously, but the quality of his dope doesn't vary that widely, so I wasn't at all worried.
I drove away from the dope spot, and into downtown to buy a couple rigs (syringes for the layperson). After this, I drove up Main St. and stopped at Walgreens, anxious to get this dope in me.
I parked facing the street, and left my car running, knowing with my injection experience that this would only take a minute or two. I emptied the two wax baggies out onto a McDonalds receipt, and emptied this tan powder into the cap of my syringe. I added 40 units of water, and mixed it up with the plunger. A small piece of cotton was added, and I drew the murky brown liquid up into the barrel. I rolled up my sleeve, and wrapped a belt around my arm, hoping to find a suitable vein quickly. "BINGO!" I thought as a nice fat vein near my left wrist presented itself, ready to be poked in the name of intoxication. I slid the needle in, and after drawing back to ensure I was in the vein, I pushed the plunger down, forcing the two bags of heroin into my bloodstream. I pulled the needle out, rinsed and capped it, and that's when it hit me.
WOOOOOSHHHHHHHH... it hit me like a tidal wave, and the music volume seemed to lower significantly as my head swam. "Ah, nice rush" I thought as I put my stuff away, preparing to pull out of the parking spot.
---
[Fast forward an hour]
I open my eyes, and realize I'm still sitting in Walgreens parking lot. "Oh my god it happened again" I thought, remembering a similar event ( http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=269549&highlight=heroin ) that had happened to me. My eyes were extremely heavy, and my arms felt like they weren't my own, as they didn't want to move like I wanted them to. Slowly the cobwebs cleared from my mind, and my body started to feel more normal (although no less doped out) over the next minute or two.
Finally, I felt well enough to make my way out of the parking lot. As I drove my car up Main St. I thought about the fact that if I had had $30, I probably would have bought 3 bags, and shot them all at once. If two bags had me passed out in my car, 3 might have done me in. Normally a scary thought, in my doped-out haze I just laughed, thanking god that I only had $20.
As I pulled my car into my driveway, cigarette hanging from my mouth, my stomach did a flip, and all of a sudden I felt like I had to throw up. Unfortunately, my dad was standing outside in the garage, so puking outside was not an option. I quickly made my way into my house, and almost ran to the bathroom, anxious to ease the pain in my stomach.
After I finished up, I looked in the mirror and saw that my pupils were almost non-existant. My back and chest were itchy, and my face felt hot and flushed. It almost looked like I had wind burn on my face, which is common for me with a high dose of heroin.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of iced tea, which I promptly drank. Uh oh, bad idea. Back to the bathroom I go. Thank god dope-puke comes out so easily without any discomfort.
I repeated this process for the next 3 hours, drinking something cold, then puking it up 10 minutes later. Later on that night I did end up getting some crack, and the first hit left my stomach flip-flopping so much I barely had time to throw my car door open before spewing all over the street.
If there had to be a moral to this story, it would be that if you haven't done dope in a while, start with a low dose, as you can always do more, but it's very hard to undo. I may have been fine both times this has happened to me, but what if I had gotten a 3rd bag? Might have been enough for the big dirt nap.
~CTdopeLove
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