LSDMDMA&9581403 said:
you're mad lucky Never that you haz methamphetamine
i wants to try methamphetamine
I kind hope that you choose not to if given the chance. If you like stimulants, you will fucking LOVE meth
I'm not a huge stimulant fan though...I like some peeveeeeee and desoxy, but they both really fuck with the head; plus I need to be careful about having a fit.
Tell you whats weird; my old man died last year, and the family have all been trying to help my mum. My uncle (my dads bro) has been especially good, staying over withme ma- she's pretty frazzled and is 60 years old, and has lived kinda rough- so she needs a bit of love and care. Though- and this is the weird part- I'm pretty sure her and my uncle are doing the dirty business :D I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
Roger said:
Personally I've found that life is much happier & easier when I avoid the dope scene at all costs. Its such a diseased lifestyle choice that its just kinda sad and distressing having to come in contact with it. I honestly can't stand junkies because they're completely self-centered people by nature; if they weren't one when they started, they sure become one by the time they get strung out. I've lost so many good friends to heroin its just ridiculous, good people that turned into complete zombies after a while on that stuff.
I agree by and large, but I think there is a big difference between a heroin ADDICT and a heroin junky. I know that I'm an addict, even if I'm not using drugs especially reglarly; but even when I was getting on morphine/heroin/opiates-in-general daily, I never really became a junky. Sure, getting high (or alleviating withdrawal as it almost always tunrs into!!!

) took up a lot of my time, but because I had access to pharmaceutical quality morphine, and because my dad was able to 'transform' codeine to morphine (and then to heroin some times) and yield a very pure product, I never got so strung out and desperate that I would have to, say, steal, lie, cheat, fake, etc. I am not a functional addict (whateverthat really mean), but I never felt like a junky. Quality of life was still good, but always the monkey chitter-chattering on my back...
I just find the cravings to be so powerful that I literally cannot control myself. A few weeks ago, every 20-30 mins I would decide okay, I'm gonna get high; I would start walking to get my dope (which I stashed in the kitchen) and, while I was walking I would change my mind, and yet stilll keep walking to get the shit. I felt like a magnet, being drawn to do something I neither wanted nor planned to do, and yet I needed it. The best solution was to give all my opiates to a close friend, because I often mindlessly succumb to the desperate NEED...Even now, if I'm near a pharmacy, I feel like I'm pulled in to buy codeine; its a really frightening feeling to be honest....

But I just have to keep making the same decision,and saying no- but fuck, will I hav to do this for the rest of my life?
Hmm, end rant....
