Ok last paragraph for real this time. I learned a valuable lesson last night. Opiates are different. It's not all sunshine and hippies and flowers. I'd read about the dark side of heroin before and I caught a glimpse that scared the shit out of me. I know I'm in the infancy of my experience with this stuff yet it's already reared it's ugly head for me to see. I can't imagine how hard it would be to deal with a full blown habit. I have read other's experiences where at first H takes away all your worries but eventually you do it and still have a heavy head. It surprised me. I didn't think anything could touch me with my bulletproof vest on. But my vest turned on me last night.
Ok fuck the paragraph count. Thank you BLuelighters for making me aware of what I was getting into and what to watch out for. Had I not stumbled in here first, I would have walked off that cliff blindfolded. But tell me folks, isn't it crazy that opiates walked right into my life immediately after I got my BL education!?
Peace love and prayers to all!
P.S. someone at work told me they thought I'd make a good writer. I didn't write this for that reason, just needed to get it off my chest. There's nobody else I could share it with. But please let me know what you think. Does it flow? Is it somewhat interesting? Thanks!
