hey so i guess since i just registered im technically new to BL but thats not really true...
I used to come on here all the time when I was going to law school and dealing with my addiction to opiates, particularly OC and H. So ya, that was like three years ago. I'm happy to say that Ive been off everything except methadone for the last yr and a half...which ya i know 'small victory there....traded one crutch for another' or whatev but its a bitch coming off and since i'm in a pretty demanding field professionally i can't go thru wd's and still come to work dressed and pressed and ready for court...so ive sold my soul to the methadone devil..but it beats the hell out of running my nutz off tryin to score oc fr some sketch-ball dealer or driving across the state to score decent skag....I don't know why ive decided to come back to BL after such a long reprieve..maybe watching "reindeerspotting" for the first time in a long time triggered my thoughts to score some real-deal and i thought i'd come here and type some stuff out...or i duno maybe i was thinking about the real reason I switched to dones and felt compelled to share that with the world...
so heres why i quit: A little more than a yr ago i decided that enough was enough, that i was tired of chasing oc all over the place and i needed a change...which is when i found out that a guy i used to know could get methadone on the regular.....i had never tried it before so i called the dude, tried it, and even though it barely got u fucked up it was nice not to go thru wds like mad 5 hrs after blowing down my last oc.....so, for the remainder of the summer i used methadone and did my damndest to stay away fr my old buddies who were still using....
little did i know that this choice - which i thought was a good one - would hav a drastic effect on the rest of my existence...
fast forward to last october....i'm doing good on the dones, had been clean fr everything else opiate related for abt 6 months when a good friend of mine (who also used) gave me a call out of the blue to hang out...now, this was not just a junkie friend i met in some dope den who hooked me up w some shit when i was in need so he became my "friend"....no this was my legit BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD....just so happened that he also had been bit hard by the opiate bug and had a pretty stellar habit which was exacerbated by the fact that his father, who he lived with, was a pill dealer and so my buddy - lets call him Mike - had too constant a supply for his own good. and not just opiates, which was one thing on his dad's menu, but valium, weed, speed, etc was all around a lot of the time...and since mike had a habit and was always hittin his dad's stash, his old man used to use him to sell stuff to the rest of the junkies in the area...which, where i'm from, are a lot of junkies.....
So, long story short, mike was in a bad way, which is why i hadnt seen the guy in a while, bc i was trying to clean up....but the thing abt mike was that he was the sweetest fuckin guy in the world...like such a good dude its hard to explain...he gave shit away all the time (not characteristic for a junkie) he'd help ya out anyway he could, the type of guy that, if you broke down in the middle of the night, would come get ya as long as his phone was on loud enough to wake him fr his drug induced slumber....
but anyway, mike decided to come over that night...itd been like months since we'd hung out so i was pretty stoked to see the guy and we had a good night....smoked some weed, chilled....no junkie shit....but by abt 830 mike was fallin out in his dinner plate and when we'd wake him up he'd be good for abt 10 min then fall back out...so my gf and i put him to bed at abt 930 or so and smoked a cupl more blunts and went to bed.....
That was the last time i ever saw mike alive.....
turned out he had a small bag of dope on him and, even though all he i ever knew of him doing was snorting pills mostly, in the 6 months that we'd been apart he'd moved on to IVing straight skag and, right before he came over to my place he had scored fr this slut he was banging and we found him the next day, propped up in the corner and deceased...
Since then, i havent taken any pills or anything except my methadone....
I duno what else i was gonna post but ya this is long enough....i miss my friend and always will....i'd give anything just to talk to him on the phone again....i guess i just needed to talk to someone abt it so..if anyone gets around to reading this thanks for your time
Love ya mikey, know youre somewhere better and hope youre doing great.
I used to come on here all the time when I was going to law school and dealing with my addiction to opiates, particularly OC and H. So ya, that was like three years ago. I'm happy to say that Ive been off everything except methadone for the last yr and a half...which ya i know 'small victory there....traded one crutch for another' or whatev but its a bitch coming off and since i'm in a pretty demanding field professionally i can't go thru wd's and still come to work dressed and pressed and ready for court...so ive sold my soul to the methadone devil..but it beats the hell out of running my nutz off tryin to score oc fr some sketch-ball dealer or driving across the state to score decent skag....I don't know why ive decided to come back to BL after such a long reprieve..maybe watching "reindeerspotting" for the first time in a long time triggered my thoughts to score some real-deal and i thought i'd come here and type some stuff out...or i duno maybe i was thinking about the real reason I switched to dones and felt compelled to share that with the world...
so heres why i quit: A little more than a yr ago i decided that enough was enough, that i was tired of chasing oc all over the place and i needed a change...which is when i found out that a guy i used to know could get methadone on the regular.....i had never tried it before so i called the dude, tried it, and even though it barely got u fucked up it was nice not to go thru wds like mad 5 hrs after blowing down my last oc.....so, for the remainder of the summer i used methadone and did my damndest to stay away fr my old buddies who were still using....
little did i know that this choice - which i thought was a good one - would hav a drastic effect on the rest of my existence...
fast forward to last october....i'm doing good on the dones, had been clean fr everything else opiate related for abt 6 months when a good friend of mine (who also used) gave me a call out of the blue to hang out...now, this was not just a junkie friend i met in some dope den who hooked me up w some shit when i was in need so he became my "friend"....no this was my legit BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD....just so happened that he also had been bit hard by the opiate bug and had a pretty stellar habit which was exacerbated by the fact that his father, who he lived with, was a pill dealer and so my buddy - lets call him Mike - had too constant a supply for his own good. and not just opiates, which was one thing on his dad's menu, but valium, weed, speed, etc was all around a lot of the time...and since mike had a habit and was always hittin his dad's stash, his old man used to use him to sell stuff to the rest of the junkies in the area...which, where i'm from, are a lot of junkies.....
So, long story short, mike was in a bad way, which is why i hadnt seen the guy in a while, bc i was trying to clean up....but the thing abt mike was that he was the sweetest fuckin guy in the world...like such a good dude its hard to explain...he gave shit away all the time (not characteristic for a junkie) he'd help ya out anyway he could, the type of guy that, if you broke down in the middle of the night, would come get ya as long as his phone was on loud enough to wake him fr his drug induced slumber....
but anyway, mike decided to come over that night...itd been like months since we'd hung out so i was pretty stoked to see the guy and we had a good night....smoked some weed, chilled....no junkie shit....but by abt 830 mike was fallin out in his dinner plate and when we'd wake him up he'd be good for abt 10 min then fall back out...so my gf and i put him to bed at abt 930 or so and smoked a cupl more blunts and went to bed.....
That was the last time i ever saw mike alive.....
turned out he had a small bag of dope on him and, even though all he i ever knew of him doing was snorting pills mostly, in the 6 months that we'd been apart he'd moved on to IVing straight skag and, right before he came over to my place he had scored fr this slut he was banging and we found him the next day, propped up in the corner and deceased...
Since then, i havent taken any pills or anything except my methadone....
I duno what else i was gonna post but ya this is long enough....i miss my friend and always will....i'd give anything just to talk to him on the phone again....i guess i just needed to talk to someone abt it so..if anyone gets around to reading this thanks for your time
Love ya mikey, know youre somewhere better and hope youre doing great.
well done on your continuing journey though!
