People say I glamorize it but they don’t know how it has made me feel; even if they do, it wouldn’t change a thing, because these filthy emotions are what millions of other people have felt.
Heroin is just another obsessed abuser in disguise; it comforts you when your guard is down and then causes you both physical and emotional torment when you attempt to leave. Kids in America grow up hearing about junkies and their sociopathic crime-filled life, but do any of them know until it’s too late that junkies were once vulnerable children too, coaxed in by black’s promise to free them from pain?
I am not defending my choices or those of my fellow addicts; morally, we went bankrupt, and that is for certain.
We have failed society by becoming the miscreants, but society also failed us.
People are uncomfortable with heroin. It disgusts them. They fear that one day their sons and daughters may become the junkies of tomorrow, but they often push the thought aside. “That day will never come. My loved one’s not a waster like those troubled stars I saw on TV, like those people I saw in the alley, like those shadow-eyed kids coming out of the detox center.”
When one son or daughter does become just that, heroin twists the family’s world around. Usually, the child either recovers (slim chance), the child becomes part of the prison system, or the child is found dead. Whichever way you swing it, heroin is horrific in its onslaught against the body and soul.
Does this mean that the addict is no longer a person? No. Does this make them an idiot? No; they simply made a very idiotic choice. As the forever-quoted Bible says in John 8:7, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” You may claim that any sins you ever committed could not equate to trying heroin. Maybe one night you were a little buzzed and took your car out for a ride; perhaps one lovely morning at 14 you swiped your mother’s cigarette and have been buying packs ever since; just maybe, you have lied in your life, and you have sinned; you hungered for the body of another and waited by the phone for a lover like an addict in withdrawal.
Heroin addiction is complicated. No one wants it around. But it will never go away if we dismiss it as a drug for the doomed.
Heroin is just another obsessed abuser in disguise; it comforts you when your guard is down and then causes you both physical and emotional torment when you attempt to leave. Kids in America grow up hearing about junkies and their sociopathic crime-filled life, but do any of them know until it’s too late that junkies were once vulnerable children too, coaxed in by black’s promise to free them from pain?
I am not defending my choices or those of my fellow addicts; morally, we went bankrupt, and that is for certain.
We have failed society by becoming the miscreants, but society also failed us.
People are uncomfortable with heroin. It disgusts them. They fear that one day their sons and daughters may become the junkies of tomorrow, but they often push the thought aside. “That day will never come. My loved one’s not a waster like those troubled stars I saw on TV, like those people I saw in the alley, like those shadow-eyed kids coming out of the detox center.”
When one son or daughter does become just that, heroin twists the family’s world around. Usually, the child either recovers (slim chance), the child becomes part of the prison system, or the child is found dead. Whichever way you swing it, heroin is horrific in its onslaught against the body and soul.
Does this mean that the addict is no longer a person? No. Does this make them an idiot? No; they simply made a very idiotic choice. As the forever-quoted Bible says in John 8:7, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” You may claim that any sins you ever committed could not equate to trying heroin. Maybe one night you were a little buzzed and took your car out for a ride; perhaps one lovely morning at 14 you swiped your mother’s cigarette and have been buying packs ever since; just maybe, you have lied in your life, and you have sinned; you hungered for the body of another and waited by the phone for a lover like an addict in withdrawal.
Heroin addiction is complicated. No one wants it around. But it will never go away if we dismiss it as a drug for the doomed.
