MonT Balls
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 10, 2003
- Messages
- 17
I briefly awaken from my almost seemingly perma-nod to write this tale..
For those of you who have any interest at all, I have been corrupted by the OD forum and have succombed to trying IV administration. (gasp! he must be a dirty dirty man who probably has STD's !!!... yea, from your mother!)
I huffed and puffed my way up to the 4th floor of the backhouse where a couple of my good friends (using buddies) reside. My wife beater is soaked with sweat under my hoodie and I probably have a fouler stench than Paris Hilton's crotch after her night vision porn flick. A peculiar taste hits my lips and I realize it is the thick running snot from my dopeless nostrils, flaring with intent.
All of my pals are nodding off in the shady, dimly lit apartment. I dump my junk into the spoon even before I acknowledge everyone in the room. Ant comes to kitchen table with his EMT uniform still on from work.
He calmly jokes "if anyone goes down tonight, I'm on duty tonight". His words calm me down a little even though the butterflies in my stomach are swirling from their cocoon.
He asks to prepare all the gear for me as he is an ex-heroin addict who still loves the process of cooking up and getting ready to fix. Any opiate addict can tell you that the process of scoring and preparing the drugs hold a rush within itself compared to the actual high itself.
Ant ties me off with my belt and flicks the needle to get all the air bubbles out. The dope inside the syringe looks like coca-cola, Ant commented on this saying it looks like some killer shit.
Enough with the small talk man just ram that spike into my vein harder than my mother took it on her and my fathers honey moon!
I watch him insert the needle into my left forearm vein and feel a small prick. I was never one for pain or needles at the doctor but this pain felt good, almost felt right. I watch as he pulls back the plunger and see the darkest blood I have ever seen shoot into the syringe gracefully.
I give him the nod as the signal to push that plunger all the way down baby! He dumps the junk into my veins, pulls the needle out and holds some pressure onto the spot he injected.
I stare blankly at my arm and at first feeling nothing at all. My head then whirls around even though it stayed in the same spot.... I look up at the kitchen light and notice how bright it was. I then thought to myself, I do feel nothing, nothing at all.... The nothing that opiates give you not nothing, but NOTHING... The calm peaceful rush fills my marrow and feel it tingling in my brain.
I felt golden, I felt right at home and I feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail. I lay on the couch and my chest starts to feel heavy. The rush soon passes but notice my chin dropped to my chest... this is where I want to be right now and possibly everyday this weekend.
What an experience....... nod....... nod.......... n......o..d.
....feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail. ....feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail.
For those of you who have any interest at all, I have been corrupted by the OD forum and have succombed to trying IV administration. (gasp! he must be a dirty dirty man who probably has STD's !!!... yea, from your mother!)
I huffed and puffed my way up to the 4th floor of the backhouse where a couple of my good friends (using buddies) reside. My wife beater is soaked with sweat under my hoodie and I probably have a fouler stench than Paris Hilton's crotch after her night vision porn flick. A peculiar taste hits my lips and I realize it is the thick running snot from my dopeless nostrils, flaring with intent.
All of my pals are nodding off in the shady, dimly lit apartment. I dump my junk into the spoon even before I acknowledge everyone in the room. Ant comes to kitchen table with his EMT uniform still on from work.
He calmly jokes "if anyone goes down tonight, I'm on duty tonight". His words calm me down a little even though the butterflies in my stomach are swirling from their cocoon.
He asks to prepare all the gear for me as he is an ex-heroin addict who still loves the process of cooking up and getting ready to fix. Any opiate addict can tell you that the process of scoring and preparing the drugs hold a rush within itself compared to the actual high itself.
Ant ties me off with my belt and flicks the needle to get all the air bubbles out. The dope inside the syringe looks like coca-cola, Ant commented on this saying it looks like some killer shit.
Enough with the small talk man just ram that spike into my vein harder than my mother took it on her and my fathers honey moon!
I watch him insert the needle into my left forearm vein and feel a small prick. I was never one for pain or needles at the doctor but this pain felt good, almost felt right. I watch as he pulls back the plunger and see the darkest blood I have ever seen shoot into the syringe gracefully.
I give him the nod as the signal to push that plunger all the way down baby! He dumps the junk into my veins, pulls the needle out and holds some pressure onto the spot he injected.
I stare blankly at my arm and at first feeling nothing at all. My head then whirls around even though it stayed in the same spot.... I look up at the kitchen light and notice how bright it was. I then thought to myself, I do feel nothing, nothing at all.... The nothing that opiates give you not nothing, but NOTHING... The calm peaceful rush fills my marrow and feel it tingling in my brain.
I felt golden, I felt right at home and I feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail. I lay on the couch and my chest starts to feel heavy. The rush soon passes but notice my chin dropped to my chest... this is where I want to be right now and possibly everyday this weekend.
What an experience....... nod....... nod.......... n......o..d.
....feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail. ....feel like I have just discovered the Holy Grail.
