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The 'fixing with toilet water' thing

It's already been said, desperation. Nobody but a junky can understand that singular need; it's almost as if the consumption of the dope has become an involuntary function, something you do without thinking. The thought of sharing a needle right now makes me feel sick to my stomach. But I've done it (7 years ago, and I've been tested since then, I got lucky). Once I was crushing up my Oxy to fix in a girls bathroom and a huge chunk of my only 80 flew into a puddle of piss. It's sad how quickly that shit was back in my hand and then in my body. Looking back I don't think I even considered the possibility of not picking that back up.

Also there is an element of masochism in all junkies (real junkies, opiate addicts). This masochist streak tends to be especially present in the IV tribe of opiate addicts, sometimes I wonder if some of those people we've been talking about (not us, we just like to party, we can quit when we want) actually revel in their state. I think many may even find it exciting. I know I was addicted (fuck, I hate using that word to describe a relationship with anything other than Alcohol/GABAergics or Opiates) to the rush of going down to Mexico and sneaking my shit back across. Thinking, "fuck you badge, I'm high on dope right now as I look you in your beady little eyes, got 2 ounces on me and you don't got a fuckin clue do ya? Nope, no you don't. You think I'm just another white boy crossin the border for whores, you fat chump" at the Customs Officer, laughing at the fact that their goofy laws don't apply to me (provided I don't get caught).

And I truly did once have a friend (RIP) who used to shoot dope from puddles, that's not just a stereotype. He would half-ass try for clean water, and he certainly wouldn't turn it down. But the bottom line was, that tar was going in his 2 week old needle, and that needle was going in his neck. Period.

And my final theory, I present it because it's how I justified a lot of the STUPID shit I used to do when I had a lot less control over the drugs than I do now (they still own my ass, but I get lunch breaks and weekends off). When you're shooting 2 grams of tar a day (as I was), or you're addicted to speedballs, or your idea of a perfect Sunday is a pound of Crack--you are not expecting to live long, and if you are you're just delusional. I can only speak from my personal experience but when I was that deep I wasn't thinking in terms of years like a normal human being, or even in terms of months or weeks as I do now. I was thinking in terms of seconds. You're (at least I sure as hell wasn't) really not expecting to live long enough to deal with the wreckage you've created.

That's my problem. I've outlived all the bridges I've burnt--and most will be impossible to rebuild, ruined my credit, can't get hired for a decent job because of my record (which isn't even that bad, no violent or sex crimes). I maybe, maybe not, have a warrant out right now. This wasn't the plan. I wasn't supposed to be here. These weren't supposed to be my problems. And let me tell you, it's a real fuckin' bitch. Especially when you're trying to stay high (or at least well), while transitioning into a "contributing member of society".

I think it was Hunter S. Thompson (I'm just guessing, don't bite my head off if I'm wrong) that said, "you bought the ticket, now you gotta take the ride" or something very close to that. In my case I took the fuckin ride, then refused to get off, rode it a few more times, hopped off for a quick bite to eat and a smoke, hopped right back on... and now I'm paying--dearly, often, and quite a bit--for that ticket. That's the thing. They don't tell you the price upfront. You don't get to find out what the ride costs until after you get off. And the price is never the same. Don't think when you buy drugs you only pay for the sack.
 
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It's very believable that people can resort to this. I've seen and heard of a lot worst things than this (it's still a pretty bad one). I wish people could think things through sometimes and be more safe about things... than worrying about getting high and getting high right away. People will do crazy things to get high as quick as possible. "Oh, the bathroom sink is only a few steps away? Fuck it! The toilet bowl is even closer!" *gets water and shoots up right then and there* Sadly, how it is. "My needle is upstairs... can I just use yours?" Ugh.
 
Blind Melon said:
It's already been said, desperation. Nobody but a junky can understand that singular need; it's almost as if the consumption of the dope has become an involuntary function, something you do without thinking. The thought of sharing a needle right now makes me feel sick to my stomach. But I've done it (7 years ago, and I've been tested since then, I got lucky). Once I was crushing up my Oxy to fix in a girls bathroom and a huge chunk of my only 80 flew into a puddle of piss. It's sad how quickly that shit was back in my hand and then in my body. Looking back I don't think I even considered the possibility of not picking that back up.

Also there is an element of masochism in all junkies (real junkies, opiate addicts). This masochist streak tends to be especially present in the IV tribe of opiate addicts, sometimes I wonder if some of those people we've been talking about (not us, we just like to party, we can quit when we want) actually revel in their state. I think many may even find it exciting. I know I was addicted (fuck, I hate using that word to describe a relationship with anything other than Alcohol/GABAergics or Opiates) to the rush of going down to Mexico and sneaking my shit back across. Thinking, "fuck you badge, I'm high on dope right now as I look you in your beady little eyes, got 2 ounces on me and you don't got a fuckin clue do ya? Nope, no you don't. You think I'm just another white boy crossin the border for whores, you fat chump" at the Customs Officer, laughing at the fact that their goofy laws don't apply to me (provided I don't get caught).

And I truly did once have a friend (RIP) who used to shoot dope from puddles, that's not just a stereotype. He would half-ass try for clean water, and he certainly wouldn't turn it down. But the bottom line was, that tar was going in his 2 week old needle, and that needle was going in his neck. Period.

And my final theory, I present it because it's how I justified a lot of the STUPID shit I used to do when I had a lot less control over the drugs than I do now (they still own my ass, but I get lunch breaks and weekends off). When you're shooting 2 grams of tar a day (as I was), or you're addicted to speedballs, or your idea of a perfect Sunday is a pound of Crack--you are not expecting to live long, and if you are you're just delusional. I can only speak from my personal experience but when I was that deep I wasn't thinking in terms of years like a normal human being, or even in terms of months or weeks as I do now. I was thinking in terms of seconds. You're (at least I sure as hell wasn't) really not expecting to live long enough to deal with the wreckage you've created.

That's my problem. I've outlived all the bridges I've burnt--and most will be impossible to rebuild, ruined my credit, can't get hired for a decent job because of my record (which isn't even that bad, no violent or sex crimes). I maybe, maybe not, have a warrant out right now. This wasn't the plan. I wasn't supposed to be here. These weren't supposed to be my problems. And let me tell you, it's a real fuckin' bitch. Especially when you're trying to stay high (or at least well), while transitioning into a "contributing member of society".

I think it was Hunter S. Thompson (I'm just guessing, don't bite my head off if I'm wrong) that said, "you bought the ticket, now you gotta take the ride" or something very close to that. In my case I took the fuckin ride, then refused to get off, rode it a few more times, hopped off for a quick bite to eat and a smoke, hopped right back on... and now I'm paying--dearly, often, and quite a bit--for that ticket. That's the thing. They don't tell you the price upfront. You don't get to find out what the ride costs until after you get off. And the price is never the same. Don't think when you buy drugs you only pay for the sack.
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Holy fucking shit what a post that was!

That was unbelievable, man, especially the part about taking the ride, refusing to get off, hopping off for a quick bite to eat and a smoke before hopping on again... such a perfect way to describe addiction and the ride it takes you on.

It's true. It's all true...
 
Blind Melon said:
When you're shooting 2 grams of tar a day (as I was), or you're addicted to speedballs, or your idea of a perfect Sunday is a pound of Crack--you are not expecting to live long, and if you are you're just delusional. I can only speak from my personal experience but when I was that deep I wasn't thinking in terms of years like a normal human being, or even in terms of months or weeks as I do now. I was thinking in terms of seconds. You're (at least I sure as hell wasn't) really not expecting to live long enough to deal with the wreckage you've created.

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Brilliant post, and I'm sure it's true for a lot of people. For me it was a little different though - I always wanted, and planned, to come out the other side. When I was doing speedballs I kept it at 1&1s (one bag dope one coke), even as my best friend went to 2&2s, 3&3s. Once in a great while I'd add an extra half a bag of coke, but mostly not, because I didn't want to chance it, and cos I didn't want to NEED more than 1&1 to get off. And I never shared needles. Once I was in some abandoned house with some junkies shooting up. I put my rig full of dope down, did something really quick, went to pick it up, and there were two there. I didn't know which one was mine.

I left it. Fucking hard to do, but I left it.
 
BlueSaffron said:
Once I was in some abandoned house with some junkies shooting up. I put my rig full of dope down, did something really quick, went to pick it up, and there were two there. I didn't know which one was mine.

I left it. Fucking hard to do, but I left it.
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Oh, NO!!!
There wasn't some kind of tell as to which was yours? Like, I'll typically have a set number of units of water(non-puddle) that I'll use for the corresponding number of bags in the shot.
Or, I typically, not always but typically have some kinda tell on a rig I travel with. Examples being the numbers are a bit worn, I cut a little notch in the top of the plunger, etc.
That really sucks you had to leave it. Smart thing to do but wow. I'd almost rather it get stolen.
I've been at this for a while and there's shit in this thread I can say with a decent amount of certainty I'd never do.
But if found in that situation of yours? Where I'm counting on/need that shot? I'd probably take a semi educated guess and pick and use the rig that looked most similar to mine.
I applaude your willpower/sense of potential self preservation.

I also wanted to applaud the brilliance of Blind Melon's post. A pretty spectacular summation of the 'How the fuck did I get here?' nature/feel of deep, deep drug addiction. Fuckin nice, man.
 
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BlueSaffron said:
Once I was in some abandoned house with some junkies shooting up. I put my rig full of dope down, did something really quick, went to pick it up, and there were two there. I didn't know which one was mine.

I left it. Fucking hard to do, but I left it.
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Props. Ha. I couldn't have done that in a million years. Deep in my addiction I probably would have grabbed them both. :\
 
I did it. I was in a dorm bathroom with no sink and no tank on the toilet. It was a very clean looking bathroom, i guess thats how i justified it. I was dopesick and the ppl I was with didn't know, so I had to use the toilet bowl for my speedball. Got no health problems from it or anything, but it was just a matter of time. Thank fuck i'm on suboxone now.
 
Blind Melon said:
It's already been said, desperation. Nobody but a junky can understand that singular need; it's almost as if the consumption of the dope has become an involuntary function, something you do without thinking. The thought of sharing a needle right now makes me feel sick to my stomach. But I've done it (7 years ago, and I've been tested since then, I got lucky). Once I was crushing up my Oxy to fix in a girls bathroom and a huge chunk of my only 80 flew into a puddle of piss. It's sad how quickly that shit was back in my hand and then in my body. Looking back I don't think I even considered the possibility of not picking that back up.
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I once spilled three grams of tar dissolved in water on a comforter.... no getting that out.



I know, I tried. I cut up all the brown pieces of comforter, put them in a 100ml syringe filled it full of water and shook and and pushed the plunger.


I got a little brown water, this was 3 grams! :\ Really shitty feeling. You drive 15 miles to score, pay (whatever it was) which ain't cheap, and you drive 15 miles back home.

I had given up IV before this point, so I was plugging it.

You had enough the get you high for 4 days, and now, nada.
 
lol at the poster who mentioned having to run out of the stall for water. i don't feel like finding it to quote it...

the thought of using the water from the toilet where i was fixing has never crossed my mind. i have left the stall and pulled the water off the faucet right there with the risk of someone walking in though. but only when i thought the risk was low, or id wash my hands really well and fill my hand with water and bring it to the stall. gotta love the handicap stall with the sink FOR SURE!!!!

The worst thing i can think of I've done is using a used cig butt to filter. I KNOW. ick. i wish i wouldve thought of thread, but i never considered it til i saw someone else do it.
 
I've pulled out of a toilet before..my old coke days. I'd been up for three days straight shooting coke. I used to go to the gas station bathroom during the day. I was SO paranoid that I was afraid to come out of the stall and use the sink. I used to get drug induced psychosis really bad...hearing things, seeing shadows...
Thank god those days are long behind me!
 
^yes i can agree w that when i was wired on coke i was already ultra paranoid to begin with, going out to get water if i forgot wouldve been out of the question. Same with if id been up on meth for a few days. Like i said, not GOOD reasons, but you asked why. So nobody needs to quote this and say its stupid or whatever because I already know ;)
 
Depending on the toilet you can obviously remove the top to the tank and pull of that and I did that once or twice.. but allot of time their was funky shit growing in there so yeah i never did much. I remember doing a couple of cultures for a school project. I took them from diffrent places in a public bathroom. The toilet, the sink, and a drinking fountain. They had pretty interesting results.. The one taken from the toilet bowl grew almost nothing.. the one from the sink had a few things in it.. and the one from the drinking fountian grew some much stuff it was crazy. Not advocating pulling out of the toilet.. you guys that are pulling out of the toilet really need to get one of these.. It has a cup for the water, and it doesn't say but if you flip the pill cutter of the top there is a nice size bowl that is perfect for fixing a shot that doesn't need to be cooked. Pluss its a nice cruaher and this can be used to crush pills and then water added right to it to mix up and draw the dose..

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Haha. I never pulled from toilet water. FUCK. THAT.
However, today, I forgot to bring a waterbottle with me..
So I pulled into a gas station & lo and behold.. There was a waterbottle, filled to the brim.. just sitting on the ground outfront of the doors to the gas station.
It was like it was meant to be.. hahaha. So, I snatched that up & went back to the car to prep my shot & yada, yada.

That's about the most desperate thing I've done to get my shot prepped.
Originally, I was going to go into the gas station store & get a few ice cubes from the soda machine so I could draw up some water after it melted in my hand.
 
There was a stretch of atleast 6 months when all i used was gator aid because i worked for a company that gave bottles out and i would always have at least 1 bottle with something in it. Ive used tea, soda ( after i swished it around my mouth to get the fizz out) just about every liquid out there except toilet water and stream/creek/river water. Ive had friends who used toilet water many times but i deferred. Even using my own blood to mix it up quick befor it clotted and shot it back in. And if any of you are from north east PA and know the susquahanna (spelling isnt my strong suit) river, ive know people brave enough to use that filty diese infested water lol.

Never would i use toilet water tho cus i know there has to be someother kind of liquid somewhere. Im accualy surprized i dont have dieabites ( spelling again i know) from all the times using monster energy drinks to mix up with.
 
Mr.Scagnattie said:
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Ugh. Yeah I have seen junkies use their own spit before.

That shit is vile.
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Ive used spit a few times it sucks. Its soo hard to suck it all back up cus of the mucus in it. I got it eventually but was a pain in the ass...thats what led me to mixing with my own blood quick. It works alot better but u gotta be quick.
 
I need to stop looking in this thread.
Sinks have hot and cold water. Shooting sugary shit isn't good for your veins. Shooting blood isn't good, either. Bottles of water start at around .75 at your typical store.
 
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