I've been flying all day (IM 3-MeO-PCP and a cuppa in the morning, IV 2-FA in the uni library [lol] for a study sesh in the afternoon, plus cannabis of course) but tonight's icing on the motherfucking cake was a big fat shot of heroin.
It's not my first time with heroin (though I have little tolerance to speak of) or shooting, but it's the first time I've put them together, and jesus TITS it is paradise on earth. I can't hit my veins for shit, so it took five tries before I saw that glorious crimson plume in the syringe . . . after that, I had about 45 seconds to pull out the pin and loosen the tourniquet before the rush swept over me in full force. I was so gone I couldn't lift my arm to put my gear away. I had Pink Moon queued on the stereo, and for an hour and a half I sat motionless as Nick Drake's hushed guitar provided the soundtrack to the most blissful nod of my life. I thought I'd reached the nod on hydros and oxys and plugged H beore, but--holy fuck.
I finally stirred a little while ago, and stumbled out into the beautiful brisk October night to smoke a cig. Now i'm laying on a memory foam bed snuggled under three layers of blankets and surrounded by a small fortress of pillows. Everything is warm and beautiful like Chirstmas and fuck I can't even keep my eyes open. I kept slumping onto the keyboard while typing this . . .
Sorry for the long post y'all but tonight has been a fulfillment of a (yes, reckless and juvenile) craving I've had for years. I am so fucking happy and I'm gonna go close my eyes now. I love you all
woke up feeling sweaty and less than awesome this morning, but tonight i'm feeling pretty darn good...