I'm back in SF. I fixed up and rode an old BMW motorcycle all the way here. The worst fear of the journey was that I would fall asleep while riding and crash. Well, I did fall asleep several times per day at 80 mph, but I woke up just as I was crossing the line, either toward incoming traffic or the ditch/cliff, and didn't crash. Every time that happened, I'd stop and take a nap on the beach. I'm going to sell it so I'll have some money to get started (plane ticket, renting an apartment, etc) when I move to Europe in the next month or two.
I spent 6 days riding. I would keep stopping at all of the road side attractions, including parks, forests, interesting towns, and spent much of the time checking them out.
After the ride yesterday, I ached all over. Well I did ache but no more thanks to some cheva. I couldn't find my old connection in the Haight, so I rode my bicycle into the Tenderloin neighborhood and bought a couple of grams of tar from a crew working one of the street corners.
Copping on the street is dangerous. It's not the people (dealers, junkies, one legged scabby prostitutes, etc) but the cops that I hate. They've been cracking down on the open air drug market for several years now.
Anyway, tar heroin often (almost always) needs to be heated a little for it to dissolve. Hence the whole Hollywood ritual with putting it in a spoon with water and heating it and end up with a blackened spoon . Except Hollywood always gets it wrong, or so it seems. They always end up heating white powder heroin which in reality never needs to be cooked. Just add water and it dissolves without heat. Maybe they're trying to sterilize it.
The buzz from black tar is mellower, closer to that of opium, poppy pod tea, or even a heroic dose of kratom. East coast china white feels stronger, more synthetic, and more likely to make me sick.
I spent 6 days riding. I would keep stopping at all of the road side attractions, including parks, forests, interesting towns, and spent much of the time checking them out.
After the ride yesterday, I ached all over. Well I did ache but no more thanks to some cheva. I couldn't find my old connection in the Haight, so I rode my bicycle into the Tenderloin neighborhood and bought a couple of grams of tar from a crew working one of the street corners.
Copping on the street is dangerous. It's not the people (dealers, junkies, one legged scabby prostitutes, etc) but the cops that I hate. They've been cracking down on the open air drug market for several years now.
Anyway, tar heroin often (almost always) needs to be heated a little for it to dissolve. Hence the whole Hollywood ritual with putting it in a spoon with water and heating it and end up with a blackened spoon . Except Hollywood always gets it wrong, or so it seems. They always end up heating white powder heroin which in reality never needs to be cooked. Just add water and it dissolves without heat. Maybe they're trying to sterilize it.
The buzz from black tar is mellower, closer to that of opium, poppy pod tea, or even a heroic dose of kratom. East coast china white feels stronger, more synthetic, and more likely to make me sick.
