10th March, 2012
Heroin & the Holy Grail, Part Three
(Ten Days without mushrooms)
Heroin & the Holy Grail, Part Three
(Ten Days without mushrooms)
It is the same bathroom I have injected in thousands of times. The same bathroom I collapsed a vein. I am drunk, again, so I have to be careful. I try a couple of veins under my elbow, resting the pick against the muscles in my forearm. It doesn’t work. They’ve shrunk, either that or I’m just pissed; probably both. After a couple of failed attempts I decide to mimic the doctor. This crazed speed freak junky that I met on Victoria Street; I recreate his shot. And it works perfectly.
My mind is clear. There is no anxiety. No withdrawals from other shit. I am a fucking skyscraper. I am God. I am everything. I start racing around the room like a fly confined by architecture. Then, quickly, I mix up the rest of the bag. The second shot is as perfect as the first. It slips in and out, just as demonstrated. Blood, one second; gone the next. My body is pulsing with euphoric waves. I jump in the shower and lose myself. I don’t know how much time passes: maybe an hour; probably more like two minutes. Either way, it feels amazing. I am God.