I_UseD
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 16, 2008
- Messages
- 34
Got myself into trouble when I started snorting about 160mg of Oxycodone/day. Since I had to re-medicate myself throughout the day to keep from withdrawing i'd keep a cut piece of a hose clamp & small straw in my pocket. Made it pretty easy to quickly grind up and blow some drug for a quick fix. So i go to downtown Detroit for a music festival; I've got my "drug kit" with me so im mentally sound. But then i realize that there are thousands of people everywhere...and i need to get high.
So I wait in a rediculously long line of drunk people for the opportunity to lock myself in a shit-filled port-o-john. I grind up my goods on the flat top of the toilet paper dispenser and short the shit - along with god knows who else's actual shit.
I walk outside, partly unsatisfied from not having much time to get a good bump, to a angry crowd of impatient fuckers.
"What the fuck too you so long man, you taking a shit?" I wish it were that simple.
Oh...and of course I had to go back to the crap-house for another dose later that night. That was a pretty low day in my life; not quite as low as the cold-turkey detox that I would experience about 2 months later, but low nonetheless.
So I wait in a rediculously long line of drunk people for the opportunity to lock myself in a shit-filled port-o-john. I grind up my goods on the flat top of the toilet paper dispenser and short the shit - along with god knows who else's actual shit.
I walk outside, partly unsatisfied from not having much time to get a good bump, to a angry crowd of impatient fuckers.
"What the fuck too you so long man, you taking a shit?" I wish it were that simple.
Oh...and of course I had to go back to the crap-house for another dose later that night. That was a pretty low day in my life; not quite as low as the cold-turkey detox that I would experience about 2 months later, but low nonetheless.