About 4 years ago while homeless by choice with my then gf of 2years at age 23-24(she was 30). We're both strung out on heroin which was a newish lifestyle for me because before this it was primarily IV meth use(being in OC, CA that's was the norm). We spent all day with I think either 5 or 10 bucks trying to score with no luck at all. We met someone who said they'd help so we tag along for hours until while im "hey mister"ing for food my girl strikes gold. I get back to her with our tacos and sit and she hands me the remainder of the itty-bitty nickel of black but issues a fair warning, "babe be careful that stuffs strong and tastes funny. Im pretty sure it's got fetty in it" (mind you guys, she's been doing this since 18 and was at the time juggling a 130mg daily methadone dose plus our habit and I had only been slamming black maybe six months doing almost exclusively goofballs with more white than black) anywho, im so sick/drained from our mission that I say, "ehh I think ill be fine babe I'll just put a lot more white them usual and water it down" not realizing the reality of what fentanyl can do and severely underestimating her tolerance because she didn't seem that smacked. So I draw up the entire nickel and put my goofball in my arm and realize I can't hit so I turn to her expertise and unwisely choose my neck as the target (have done hundreds of jugular shots at this point) and the last thing I remember is her saying "hold still" indicating she's in and doesn't wanna miss. Next thing I am at all aware of is the faint but growing sounds of loud ass sirens and awaken to find myself strapped to a gurney with two paramedifs working on me and one says, welcome back" and I try to sit up but can't and immediately ask "what do you mean?!! What happene" his response, "you were dead. You're very lucky your girlfriend and that lady was there to give you CPR and call us or we would've been too late, you might want to rethink what you're doing with your life," I became a hysterical crybaby. It was tucking scary dude cuz I had NO ideas I had fallen out instantly and it was like being in a deep sleep. No awareness at all. Just black void. And despite all that shit, this was only the first of five overdoses. Was addiction is one evil, wicked mother fucker. The devil incarnate for some, like me.v anyways thanks for readin