My first experience with opiates is also my first experiment with drugs.
We stored, of course, hydrocodone from the dentist, in our kitchen medicine cupboard. A bored 7th grader on summer vacation would eat 3 then jump down the stairs to feel the drunk and lucid effects of the opiate. He had his internet friend from california stay up all night on net meeting. The naive opiate user was afraid he would over dose.
Fast forward to 9th grade, I get booted out of highschool for a technology crime. I formatted networked hard disks. I was sent to an alternative school for misbehaving children and met people who were in the alternative school for drugs, violence, vandalism. Every day was anticipation for the after school cannibis. I dont recall if I was opiate free during this total time, as I knew well what hydrocodone were, and fairly certain none were left in my cabinet. Yet I'm rather certain my tryst with opiates had not began to begin.
A year later in the summer of 2004 I met my father in Thailand for a summer vacation. I went mushroom hunting in the islands of the south. I smoked opium in the golden north. Back at home the fellas werent far behind. They had gotten ahold of oxycodone's and fentanyl candy and transdermal patches. I desperately wanted to try each of these for myself.
Now in my eleventh year I was living at a friends house flipping burgers at mcdonalds for a pay check, spending my money on hydro weed. By this time I could tell what the difference was between a tylenol three and a lortab. I used to take one or two generic lortabs and feel bliss. Well later that year I got sent to a residential treatment center. I was there strictly on the basis that I was a run-away. Twice a week or so, a man would round up kids who were enrolled in a chemical dependency class. I wasnt invited. A few months in I was unexpectedly released back to my home. Three months total stay average length of residency was nine months to a year.
Not long after I got back home I was back to living at my friends apartment. In fact to this day I still tell him that I am forever in debt to him because he allowed me to live there while I graduated from highschool. This was the beginning of my twelfth year. My twelfth year was not entirely opiate free however I cannot recall specific affairs i had with any particular substance.
That summer I turned eighteen, and I believe the group was into the opiate culture to the definition. We would buy mass amounts of oxycotin and drive to the other side of town and stay at a friends house drinking Jagermeister Liqueur and doing opiates all night. I remember also worrying about my own personal limitations that evening. From there is just a sequence of dollars paid hand over fist for oxycotins, lortabs, basically moving up all opiates until they no longer were effective. This must've lasted two years.
I had snorted heroin a couple of times. I didnt like it. I didnt like the way it burned my nose, The way it smelled, The way it made you feel. Such a bad high in my opinion almost like the satisfaction one recieves from meaningless sex with a hooker. No meaning. There was a group of us trying to get twenty dollars together to throw down for heroin. All I had to do was wait this night. The heroin finally showed up and none of the people who were in the house were IDU's at that moment in time. However, all the males in the room would later turn out to be addicts, and 2/3's of the females in the room would end up injecting it as well. In November of 2008 another addict injected me with heroin. At first I was reluctant to let him inject me because I did not like needles, and I also didnt have a safe needle. He was at my house with a friend of his who talked about why I wouldnt inject. "Oh he knows better than to do this shit," or "he's scared of needles." So I found a safe needle that I knew was safe (and sterilized it with a pressure canner to be extra safe) then I proceeded to let him doctor an injection into my veins. I was very and I do mean very weary of him injecting me, nobody is perfect yet its not rocket science and I would not let anyone touch my body now or never. Never wanted to. Considering the amount of time i spent on this forum reading about safer technique I can safely say I am the most informed user among my circle. Rotating, bevel down, etc. all make for good ettiquette. Not much disfiguring of my own arms.
Shortly after this encounter I had a second vacation to thailand this took me away from the scene, and I uknowingly, missed a great deal of what would be the demise of a group of friends.
We stored, of course, hydrocodone from the dentist, in our kitchen medicine cupboard. A bored 7th grader on summer vacation would eat 3 then jump down the stairs to feel the drunk and lucid effects of the opiate. He had his internet friend from california stay up all night on net meeting. The naive opiate user was afraid he would over dose.
Fast forward to 9th grade, I get booted out of highschool for a technology crime. I formatted networked hard disks. I was sent to an alternative school for misbehaving children and met people who were in the alternative school for drugs, violence, vandalism. Every day was anticipation for the after school cannibis. I dont recall if I was opiate free during this total time, as I knew well what hydrocodone were, and fairly certain none were left in my cabinet. Yet I'm rather certain my tryst with opiates had not began to begin.
A year later in the summer of 2004 I met my father in Thailand for a summer vacation. I went mushroom hunting in the islands of the south. I smoked opium in the golden north. Back at home the fellas werent far behind. They had gotten ahold of oxycodone's and fentanyl candy and transdermal patches. I desperately wanted to try each of these for myself.
Now in my eleventh year I was living at a friends house flipping burgers at mcdonalds for a pay check, spending my money on hydro weed. By this time I could tell what the difference was between a tylenol three and a lortab. I used to take one or two generic lortabs and feel bliss. Well later that year I got sent to a residential treatment center. I was there strictly on the basis that I was a run-away. Twice a week or so, a man would round up kids who were enrolled in a chemical dependency class. I wasnt invited. A few months in I was unexpectedly released back to my home. Three months total stay average length of residency was nine months to a year.
Not long after I got back home I was back to living at my friends apartment. In fact to this day I still tell him that I am forever in debt to him because he allowed me to live there while I graduated from highschool. This was the beginning of my twelfth year. My twelfth year was not entirely opiate free however I cannot recall specific affairs i had with any particular substance.
That summer I turned eighteen, and I believe the group was into the opiate culture to the definition. We would buy mass amounts of oxycotin and drive to the other side of town and stay at a friends house drinking Jagermeister Liqueur and doing opiates all night. I remember also worrying about my own personal limitations that evening. From there is just a sequence of dollars paid hand over fist for oxycotins, lortabs, basically moving up all opiates until they no longer were effective. This must've lasted two years.
I had snorted heroin a couple of times. I didnt like it. I didnt like the way it burned my nose, The way it smelled, The way it made you feel. Such a bad high in my opinion almost like the satisfaction one recieves from meaningless sex with a hooker. No meaning. There was a group of us trying to get twenty dollars together to throw down for heroin. All I had to do was wait this night. The heroin finally showed up and none of the people who were in the house were IDU's at that moment in time. However, all the males in the room would later turn out to be addicts, and 2/3's of the females in the room would end up injecting it as well. In November of 2008 another addict injected me with heroin. At first I was reluctant to let him inject me because I did not like needles, and I also didnt have a safe needle. He was at my house with a friend of his who talked about why I wouldnt inject. "Oh he knows better than to do this shit," or "he's scared of needles." So I found a safe needle that I knew was safe (and sterilized it with a pressure canner to be extra safe) then I proceeded to let him doctor an injection into my veins. I was very and I do mean very weary of him injecting me, nobody is perfect yet its not rocket science and I would not let anyone touch my body now or never. Never wanted to. Considering the amount of time i spent on this forum reading about safer technique I can safely say I am the most informed user among my circle. Rotating, bevel down, etc. all make for good ettiquette. Not much disfiguring of my own arms.
Shortly after this encounter I had a second vacation to thailand this took me away from the scene, and I uknowingly, missed a great deal of what would be the demise of a group of friends.
