i've had a rough week, i was a former opiate addict with a rough awakening, i stuck to mainly pills like hydrocodone and roxycodone. but i ran into a best friend of mine from highschool, basically like a brother, and all in all, somehow convinced me to try heroin, me already being on 6mgs of xanax and not knowing the effects of the two chemicals combined, i told him to clean the needle and give it a try. he shot me up and i instantly felt sick, i stumbled/crawled to the bathroom not being able to open my eyes without blurred or double vision and puked my guts out. i'm staying with my dad so my dad comes home and sees me in this condition, so the former best friend and the other friend (girl) leave immediately, i lay on my dads bed and "attempt" to watch storage wars, i pass out within 2 minutes with a cigarette lit so my dad babysits me for a while and when i wake up tells me how close i came to the edge....(my dad's current girlfriend ironically had a son who overdosed on heroin just over a year ago, so my inner circle has experience with this, i've lost atleast 3 friends to H overdoses, one to an MDMA overdose and a couple to car accidents.) i need to clear my head, i call up a friend who lives down the street who also had a problem with herion, but i never let her enable me. i just wanted to walk around and smoke cigs, we walk around and run into some junkie with a napsack full of cigarette boxes that he was trying to sell, and offered me a pack for a relatively short ride to his brothers house to "drop off money", so i take him over there and bring him back (with the girl). the brother ends up selling the junkie brother heroin which i didnt find out till later. so anyway, this guy's parents aren't home or whatever so he goes into the bathroom and i figured he was up to no good, he had a little six month old kitten so me and the girl played with it for a while as this guy stays in the bathroom for 5-10 minutes at a time.... 10 minutes pass and he still isnt coming out of the bathroom or even saying anything, we open the door and he's nodded out sitting up, so the girl checks him for a pulse and it's slightly beating, about a minute later he completely limply drops on his back, mouth open, eyes completely white, eyes rolled back, flesh didnt look like flesh, looked blueish-grey. at this point i freak out, i'm looking at a corpse.... im pleading with the girl to call the cops, the girl had heroin on her, so she makes up an excuse to leave me... saying "im gonna run back to my house and get narkon to revive him".... she lives about 10 minutes walking distance, and she ended up turning her cell phone off and going into hiding, telling her family that if the cops come, they havent seen her..... while im sitting talking to the paramedics and the cops with a dead kid in that house what happened.... and the cop tells me right away, if this kid doesnt pull through, this could be ruled as a homicide, i have a panic attack because i feel like ive been hit by a freight train, minutes pass, the kid gets revived and comes back to life, i didn't get to witness how it happened, but it happened. so obviously this junkie kid didnt have a cell phone so i let him use mine to call his brothers, so the cops got to dig through my phone, witness my marijuana problem, roxicodone problem, oxycontin OP problem, xanax, yadda yadda yadda. the really screwed up part is before i called the paramedics, i called the last number who was the brother of the guy and i told him of his brother's condition and he's like "DONT YOU TELL THE COPS WHERE HE GOT THE STUFF!" and hung up and also went into hiding. so i'm co-operating with the cops and explaining what happened, and mostly everything is checking out. they ask to search my car, so i said go ahead, i didnt have any drugs in there, he comes out with a empty ziplock baggy with nothing in it and a swisher sweet wrapper and decides to give me a small drug paraphenlia charge (which after i met him with a few days later, told me if i clean up my act and stop hanging out with pieces of shit, they would drop the charges, it's already invisible on my record somehow as it is, even for job applications)... so this cop is pretty fucking pissed and he's lecturing me about the life im living, and i'm still high so everything hasn't sunk in yet. i get booked and let go but he holds unto my phone for a day or two.i talk to a few family members and close friends the next day when it hits me, and decide it's time to end the opiate run that i've been on,... i'm withdrawaling as i'm typing this...anyways they pick up skag dealer and his brother in the hospital in for questioning, they both finger me for getting him the H, even though i didn't and i saved the fucking kid's life. he's so mentally numb and just plain retarded he'll do anything to save himself from the fire. anyways his grand parents talk to me and bless me for sticking around and saving their grandsons life, giving me a rosary prayer card, etc. i had a bit of kratom (legal herbs capsules hanging around in case of a raining day, i took them but they only made me even more nauseous. i go to the police station and have a 45 minute conversation with the cop, explaining how he could further investigate into my narcotic trafficking network of text messages that date back for over a year. i went to the local high school, and i played football on the team, and he knows this, and concedes i'm a good kid with a good head on my shoulders i just need right direction, and is talking about considering dropping my ticket and "not tampering with my phone anymore than he has" but he needs me to clean up my act, i shake his hand and leave the station with my phone... i already figure it was probably tapped but that wasnt going to stop me from going clean... so i isolate myself from people who enable me, ignore calls, texts, about getting shit. i haven't even smoked any weed in a week and that's probably been the longest hiatus in close to 9 years.
AND im opiate withdrawaling with a psuedo-aid of thai kratom (legal) capsules... which infact isnt shutting down the shit factory im expiercing.
if anyone has comments or insight to similar expierences with friends od'ing, near death experiences, or anything in general, feel free to bump.
edited and shortened down for people with short attention spans.
AND im opiate withdrawaling with a psuedo-aid of thai kratom (legal) capsules... which infact isnt shutting down the shit factory im expiercing.
if anyone has comments or insight to similar expierences with friends od'ing, near death experiences, or anything in general, feel free to bump.
edited and shortened down for people with short attention spans.
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