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Fentabill

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I'll go first.

My best friend, let's call him rick.
We got into dope together really, at the same time and our first time using was with each other. Just like pretty much everyone else it was great at first; then we started being stingy with each other, then we stopped doing dope together, for him it was cause he didn't want me to know how much or bow often he was doing it, and for both of us it was cause we didn't want the other to know we had dope.

Anyway after the initial honeymoon phase, we would for the most part do it separately. He got SUPER bad with it, but 70% of it is his super low self esteem and even lower lack of control, and the fact he is a moron. I wasn't as bad as him yet but you know there isn't a measure, addicted is addicted. Even though we both have dependencies he still smokes his shit off tinfoil which I find super disgusting, but you know we're doing heroin so it'd pretty much super disgusting anyway.

It's all low-medium quality east coast powder around here. Which makes even less sense for him to smoke, he says he has tried shooting it, I haven't yet. I prefer a good sniff.

Anyway once we got to the part where we didn't really talk to each other as much (I still hung with other friends, he was just starting to become a hermit) one day he randomly called me and an dated if we could match on a blunt. He comes over and it's easy to tell it seems like he dissent want to be there; he has some thin layer of sweat and is just looking like he is uncomfortable or on the edge.

I asked him if he was withdrawing and he said ya and he didn't want to take a sub in case he could still score soon. I said I'll get a bag and we can have a fun day. I bought a gram, weighed us out both 0.3 and kept the 0.4 for myself for another time. Anyway he starts TEARING thru his shit. I had a line and he us almost half way thru his shit.

But he is now nodding and what not, during the times he had his eyes closed for more than 5 minutes I would yell his name to get him up. Just cause he disgustingly started also breaking up and smoking a xanny and I wasn't comfortable with him mixing drugs and being asleep. After a few times he told me to quit ruining his high in a rude as a way. I told him to shut his fucking mouth and be happy that his shifty ass even had a high and that it was because of me. I was being a jerk cause he was being one.

Anyway hours and hours pass, now he is basically out of his free share of the dope. I say "you might wanna bag that up and take it home cause I can't have you over much longer and u might want that for bed time if you are out of money"

He was like acting angry and surprised we weren't doing the test even tho Its all mine and I told him I'm saving the other .4 for MYSELF for another time.

Then he asks me for a hit from my pile since he is so low. I gave him ONE and told him that's all he is getting and that he had his pile and this pile is MINE. Then he starts scraping all around my and his pile trying to scrounge up a small scrimp hit.

At this point I'm annoyed with his crack head style actions. I took the rest of mine in one line cause he kept asking me even after I yelled after him. It's gone so now he can stop Askin.

I go downstairs for a second and didn't even get all the way down when I heard something weird. I snuck back upstairs and there he was in my drawers looking for money or the dope that was in my wallet. I walked up to him and in one motion grabbed his neck and pinned him against my wall.

Honestly I was so surprised. This kid was my best friend until this point. Like we grew up together. And now I'm choking him swearing at him trying to keep from beating his pussy ass for trying to steal from me. Lucky nothing was in my drawers or he would have tried some shit. I let go and started screaming for him to leave. He was trying to say something like it wasn't what it looked like blah blah. I told him to get the full out and he was trying to defend his actions so I had to grab him by the back of his neck and basically drag him out until he started walking on his own. I told him he was very lucky I didn't beat the fuck out of him, name called him ETC.


A few months go by without talking to each other. But we ended up becoming friends again. It's only natural we have been best friends since we were little ones.

We never ask each other for dope or anything. We have mostly the same connects. Anyway I met a new guy and told him I would have to introduce him the first time but it would be good after that.

He calls me one day wanting to meet the guy, I told him sure I'll do it for a line. I had nothing at the time. He was sooool annoyed and was like "can't you just do it for free blah blah blah" I was like no I'm okay with doing it for free, maybe you can just hit up someone you already know. Anyway he caved and did it.

Kid gave me no more than 20 mgs of street dope powder, basically nothing. The smallest pinky nail of dope. And he was sketching about how much he gave me. LOL. And asking if I could get it back to him when I had some. Like a pussy.

Anyway I laughed cause it was basically nothing and agreed.
The next day I had my own dope and called him and he had none. I gave him exactly what he gave me and did some of mine in front of him.

He was like dude why so little. I said it was probably more than what he had given me the day before and he had no argument.
Asked me for another and I said "nope. That's how much u gave me and I'm keeping the rest for MYSELF.


A couple days later he calls me I reluctantly answer.

He says "*my name* dude do you have any powder?" I was like "wtf do you mean powder dude what are you talking about?"

He says something about his paycheck being are day late and he is passed off

Then he says "do you have any extra dope you could give me" I was like eeeeenope. Noooope.

Then gave me more sob story and then asked me IF I WAS SURE I DIDNT HAVE ANY THING I COULD JUST GIVE TO HIM!!! I told him sorry man I would help you if I could but please stop Askin then he HUNG UP ON ME!


I was at least being nice and saying I didn't have any or I would help him out. But realistically I wasn't reaching into my wallet for him, plus at that moment I didn't have any.


Dude so I texted him and I said shit like "dude don't fucking be pissed and act like a bitch to me because I don't have dope that you can just have for free, you said it yourself, it's an expensive habit." And other shit and I said "dude I can barely take care of the habit for myself at times, never mind for someone else" and I also said something along the lines of "I am not going to hook your nose up for you for free" I was trying to say it in ways that are a little more on the ass hole side.

Anyway I offered him a little suboxone but ofc that wasn't good enough for free for him. I'm probably not going to be hanging out with him anymore. Lol.

I blocked him after I said that stuff and I included a "do not ask me for free shit I don't have free shit for you. Maybe if I was rich but I'm not, no def. If I was rich man" but I blocked him so he didn't say anything that would incline me to knock his teeth out.



WOW long story, I just wanted to get it off my chest.

Anyone else have friends that are wicked shitty selfish fat pigs? Greedy and ungrateful? I won't be hanging with him anymore that I can say!
 
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This is blog material bro. But I'll change the title so it can stay open.

Edit: there we go, that's better.
Welcome to Bluelight by the way!


I don't have a story of myself to share at the time (aka too noddy to type one out).
 
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From what I have observed and experienced firsthand is that many times, if not most of the time, doing drugs with friends like that ruins the relationship. I have had many friendships die due to mutual drug-use. I have had a exactly two friendships that have not met their demise at the hands of drugs and I pray it remains that way. I have wondered how much of the toxicity is attributed to the susbtance(s) or is it related to the people? I would like to think it is contingent on the person, but we have to be honest with ourselves. Because addiction changes a person. So far what the conclusion I have settled on is it is a mixture of personaities and drugs.

I think a very significant factor is how you and a friend first meet. If you met at a party or a dealer's house then obviously that relationship will usually revolve around drugs. You both only have a need from each other to get fucked up. Think of it like you and a friend meet up to go to another friend's. You aren't there for each other, you're helping each othe get somewhere. A commonality must be found before drug use is even admitted, in my opinion. If not then you will not see each other as a person, subconsciously or otherwise. When's the last time you vented to your drug dealer about emotional issues? Obviously there are exceptions, but the principle of mutuality remains.

My best friend and I use together. Quite frequently even. Sometimes not at all. And yet, we still talk every day regardless of anything else. If one of us has some one of us shares, if one of us steps out of line the other pulls them back. I feel it is because we are able to talk about very personal things, which doing so displays a trust and level of comfort that is indicative of a true friendship. I say with the utmost confidence that our relationship is not over drugs. Why? Honesty. We are 100% honest with one another and that way there are no incident of shady or malicious behavior. You want to go score and chill? Let's go. You want to score and then go home and chill? Let's go.

It's critical to be honest in every aspect of life. But, particularly with ourselves and friendships. Even more so with drug-based relationships. It can be sustained in my opinion. As I said, just be honest and ask yourself do I like this person because of drugs or not? Some people won't do this because they either assume or are afraid of the answer. But, we shouldn't be. Just recognize it for what it is and nobody's feelings will get hurt. It's okay for us to not like something or someone, it's not okay to not admit it.

In my eyes (TL;DR) if you have a friend you do drugs with and you guys never randomly text each other asking how are you doing? Or how is your sister? How did so and situation work out? Then how can that be called friendship? I am grateful for this, but I truly am convicted that it is a direct product of honesty throughout.

Afterthought

None of this applies to when heroin is the drug of choice. Nothing withstands heroin. NOTHING.
 
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None of my friendships that I had pre-drug use have been imperiled or even damaged by my drug use. (Most of those friends do not use illegal drugs, though.)

As far as people I've met through drugs, I guess it depends on how seriously you want to use the word "friend"...do I have love for them? No, probably not. I wouldn't use the term "close friend" to describe any of them. But I did like some of them on a personal level, quite a bit in some cases actually. There were the dealers I liked/respected because they sold quality products at a fair price & took their job seriously, and there were the fellow users I liked because we shared a common interest/hobby (drugs) & they were cool enough that we could hang out without me worrying about how this individual was trying to get one over on me.

I think it has a lot to do with expectations you have about your interpersonal relationships. To me, someone I was buying drugs from, or someone I was using as a hookup to obtain drugs...I wouldn't use that person as someone to fulfill my emotional needs, I wouldn't expect them to do that for me. But I treated other people well enough that no one did anything like steal from me, and I let fellow users stay at my house alone sometimes while I was out at work/school/with other people

There were also people I would make sure to leave my car at the same time they did, lest they try to steal something in my vehicle in the timeframe between when I exited and when they exited, THAT'S how little I trusted them
 
My most memorable "friendship" enacted out of mutual drug beneficiaries:

"Can I borrow your mg scale bro?" (two months later) "Dawg... my... friend... broke your scale, I'll replace it, I promise." (I receive a different broken scale on delivery three months later)

(After we both buy OC80s at the same time from the same guy) "Dawg... I have a higher tolerance... you need to break me off some of yours or else you'll be higher than I am... and that's not fair..."

(After bringing a $7 12pack of lager to a celebration for a common friend, in response to everyone after their first drink) "Hey man... another, really?... that's greedy"

"You GOTTA help me man..."

FUCK DRUG RELATIONSHIPS.

I have a total of two friends who poly-drug addicts and both of them are completely anomalous to the culture, they're probably two out of scores of fellow friends who have been drug users and ultimately not worth maintaining contact with. I thank my lucky stars I still have them, honestly.

If you have friends who are into hard drugs that haven't betrayed you yet, or you them, you're in the lucky minority. Never take it for granted.
 
To the OP that shits why I got outta the Opie game and hard drugs in general.

Some one always got they hand in your bag, or your wallet, or your pocket, or your sock drawer.

Giving handouts to anyone addicted to drugs might as well be considered just that... charity
 
(After we both buy OC80s at the same time from the same guy) "Dawg... I have a higher tolerance... you need to break me off some of yours or else you'll be higher than I am... and that's not fair..."

LOL, wow, someone actually said that shit to you?

I'd stop hanging out with someone if they ever said anything like that to me.
 
He was a player in all sorts of the game back when I lived in Burlington; this was around 2008-2009. If it had to do with weed, banjos, LSD, or opiates, he had a hand in it. My friends and I tolerated him for his connections and somewhat out of pity--his attempts to pull the wool over our eyes never did work. Don't think I never made a buck off of him, either ;) That particular quote was easy to overlook because he was a really sorry heroin addict and had his brother die in jail after being locked up for the shit. So his tricks were less of him being a complete fuccboi and more of a pathetic worm trying to use emotional manipulation.
 
Reminds me almost exactly of this guy I used to get smack from back when I still used. Meet him in some parking lot and we pull up next to him. Look over and he's straight nodded the fuck out just chillin'. This is in St. Paul, MN during the winter and his car is off windows cracked letting that 2 degree air in. My buddy and I, actually my best friend I was referring to earlier, sat and watched for a good ten minutes. Finally we wake him up, we drive him there. We scoop and bounce back to that parking lot. I'm a nice guy so I threw him a little bit.

THIS Motherfucker said, "Oh, man that's it? I'm feeling pretty sick dude, I'm gonna need more than that."

...... you were on the deepest nod I've ever seen in my life 15 minutes ago.
 
i have friends i'll get brews and blunts with, when it comes to hard drugs it's serious shit, no playing hoe. i watch my back, stash and cash when getting jammed geeked up or whatever.
 
Tbh I would have told him to suck my dick asking for a bigger piece. I would have said too bad about your tolerance should have had more money. I'm not using my half to take care of you
 
my scammer junkie friend (who is now dead from an OD) used to always get me dillies than I would agree to pay him back (and I would)....then like a week later he would say "dude can I get that $200 for those pills I got you" and I would say "i already gave it to you"

not sure if he was just so high all the time he actually forgot or it was just a scam to get me to repay him....but after he tried that a few times we started keeping written records
 
I Wanna tell you about Steve,

Now I'm about 20 years old (don't want to give real exact age) and Steve is about 40.

I meant Steve when I was copping. He managed to snag my number from the dealer as well as search for me on Facebook. Ugh the guy urks me.

Anywhoozle, he never really hit me up for a couple weeks after he got my number, then one day tells me he could introduce me to a guy with better deals then the other guy (the guy who I meant him thru) but the first time he would need to do it, he said he wanted some in return for the introduction. Sure, sounded fair to me. I gave him .15 from a griz and he had no problem with that he was happy.

I didn't hear from him for a bit...

One day he asks what I'm doing. I'm always reluctant to say but I did. He asks for a ride to cop in exchange for a bag. Sure I say, quick ride, nearly free bag.

From the. He hits me up every day 2 or 3x a day

He said "yo what's the plan for today how are we gonna score"

I thought to myself "we? Wtf does this guy think I'm out here trying to make sure we are both taken care of, cause I know dawn well he only cares of he is taken care of. I simoly told him "uh I don't know??" And fired the same question back. Basically dodged him unless it was a straight forward I drive and I get a bag for driving.

Then he started saying things like
-"got doe?"
- "can u pick me up from x and give me a ride home, I don't have anything"
- "yo I'm hurting dude please help me out" and more

One time he literally called and asked me to go half on a bag. I asked him a few times how much he wanted to put down, he kept dodging the question. Then I finally said "yo how much are you trying to throw down, I need to know stop dodging the question" he finally said he only had 10 but could get us a 40 for 30 if I picked him up and threw down 20. I told him no, I'm not giving you half of a bag to throw down 10 bucks and do all that bullshit driving I am beyond all set. But I still kept his number just in case he wanted to get a ride from me I'm exchange for a whole bag.

He hit me up one time and asked for a ride so he could get one bag. I said "one bag, but then what would I get?" He said he would split it. I wasn't down so I just made some excuse and said I had 0 gas. This clown shit man says to me he says "just go next door to the shop and hit up the register" (my dad's shop) I told him to fuck off an asked him if his dad had a shop would he steal from it? To which he replied "ya if I needed 5 for gas"

Dude this cuntlord man. He asked me yesterday

Hey can you hit up (dealer) and ask him for a front so we can split a bag, I'm really hurting. Then assured me that he would pay it back.

I was like "first of all, no. I'm not asking for a front. Second of all, I'm not asking for a front to split with you. And another thing, dude If you were really goin to pay fr it, you could just ask for the front yourself.

He's horrible. He hits me up asking if I have any money.

I am so tucking greatful to have had experiences with him. I learned exactly what I don't want to be.

There's a lot more. I can tell more about shitboi Steve if ya want.

No I don't feel bad, I didn't want the relationship to be any more than me getting hooked up with bags for rides. I didn't want more than that.
 
Damn, how much is in a bag where you're at?

A bag around here is good for 1 shot (and probably not even that if you're a real junkie)

Maybe it's more where you're at though
 
One time I was withdrawing from a very heavy fentanyl habit. A friend that had powdered etizolam, I asked him for some to ease the WD....he gave me 2CE instead (by mistake). withdrawing on fentanyl while tripping balls on 2CE
 
it was horrid. I didn't even realize what had happened until I was already in the emergency room. I was so delerious from not sleeping for two days bc the withdrawal, then I had the 2ce, it wasn't an overdose luckily I have no idea how much it was I was licking a crumpled piece of foil...i would put it at around a ++

I remember checking in at the emergency room talking to the lady at triage and the wood grain on her desk was rainbow color and swirling around



said friend felt bad. but it wasn't the first time he almost killed someone by given them the wrong/too much of a drug
 
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