The topic at hand: roxi all day everyday. 90mg roxi is better to me than 120mg oc insuffalated.
Question 1) What the EFF does insuffalated mean?
Question 2) *Staring at the screen - eyes tearing up - wondering and asking in my best Tiny Tim voice* - "Please sir - where can I get MY roxi 90's?"
I'm tellin you what bro ... hold onto that friend of yours for as long as you can cause I have no effing idea how to get this shit other than to exaggerate my pain levels every month and gain the sympathies of the man with the prescription pad! And he aint anywhere NEAR givin me doses like that."
Something else I can't seem to figure out how to get and thats heroin. I'm a short haired businessman who looks NOTHING like a user ... so when I head to the park ... lookin to score ... those guys that hang out over there on a regular basis ignore me like the plague! So I have NO ... and I mean NO idea how to score. I wish there was a web site that taught people how to do that! ;-)
Back on topic here ... EVERYTHING I've read seams to point to the fact that heroin and opioids like oxy are damn near the exact same drug. Only difference being, Oxy is controlled, measured etc. so every damn pill is the same where heroin is a wild card and typically much more potent than oxy. If people would be smart and clean about their heroin use, they would NEVER OD on it, because the first time they picked up a new bag, they would hit that shit low and slow to see how it gonna hit em. Then when they know what it can do ... they can do what they need to do!
My theory is ... if I could get some heroin, I could balance it into my oxy use, then I could make those pills last longer every month. And NO, there is no way in hell I could become a nodding junkie who doesn't work or ignores his family. Speaking as someone who has been taking some kind of mind or mood altering substance on a fairly regular basis for the last 28 years without ever missing a day of work, or ever dropping a class when I was in college, I know I can control my doses and just get what I need when I need it. Not to mention ... anything worse, and my wife would see it ... and she'd know that something was up ... and she'd jump in my shit faster than I could say, "WAIT SWEETHEART ... ITS NOT WHAT YOU *THUMP*"
So if you're a snot nosed little brat who wants to click on the reply button right now to pass judgment on me, just know that I'll put you on ignore so fast, you'll feel a rumbling vibrate back into your fingers through your keyboard ... so don't even go there beeotch!
;-)
The Buckster