Methadone84
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stress at first then curiousity
and mental health problems i guess caused stress
and mental health problems i guess caused stress
Why did you start using drugs?
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At times each has been a factor, but initially curiosity and depression. Never peer pressure per se, but I possibly wouldn't have started if certain people I knew didn't also use.
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i chose curiosity and mental health. i'd say curiosity about the idea of consciousness having a chemical basis that could be altered through ingestion of outside substances was the driving force, but i don't know that i'd have been as voracious if i hadn't been as depressed as i was.
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^did it work?
hustlababy09
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I was going to get heroin everyday with these guys I knew. They always asked if I wanted it, but never pressured me into doing it. I always said no. After about 6 months of this, (my home life was really messed up at the time...) I decided that if they're going every day and they're in a great mood after they get it, heroin must be good. So I tried it.
junkymandan
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at 16 i said drugs r bad
at 17 i tried pot cuz of the cool dude i met
realizing i been lied to about drugs i did them all
being the most hardcore i did the needle and now im so hardcore i have no friends money future.....iq of 164 and im the sketchy guy hangin out behind 7-11
morphine----morphs you into a fiend
gave my ex a 5mg vic and she never had a drug or been drunk...6 months ltr shes on h and meth and all pills also a cokewhore....h..the gateway drug? blamed me cuz she told me she had a control issue due to eating disorder....oh ok my fault then
at 17 i tried pot cuz of the cool dude i met
realizing i been lied to about drugs i did them all
being the most hardcore i did the needle and now im so hardcore i have no friends money future.....iq of 164 and im the sketchy guy hangin out behind 7-11
morphine----morphs you into a fiend
gave my ex a 5mg vic and she never had a drug or been drunk...6 months ltr shes on h and meth and all pills also a cokewhore....h..the gateway drug? blamed me cuz she told me she had a control issue due to eating disorder....oh ok my fault then
Amphiphilosophical
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Honestly, I first wanted to use drugs out of curiosity. Why would there be such a negative outlook in society over something that altered only individual state. I often found it strange how a given few were so caught by its draw that it was often times impossible for them to give them up.
In the end, a little peer pressure did work in having my first experience with drugs though. However, I still would say my main and reason for even having enough interest to be coaxed into trying them for the first time was curiosity.
In the end, a little peer pressure did work in having my first experience with drugs though. However, I still would say my main and reason for even having enough interest to be coaxed into trying them for the first time was curiosity.
matt561
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started using because i was curious what all the fuss was about.
PendulumAM
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my ex boyfriend started shooting blues (roxicodone) after a guy he knew showed him how. he kept asking if I wanted to try it, saying that it was great and I was missing out, always pressuring me...for 2 months I kept saying no, and then I finally tried it. wish I hadn't.
• Well, my two best friends peer pressured me into smoking marijuana when I was fifteen years old. The same two friends also peer pressured me into drinking beer when I was fifteen years old too, pretty sure both events happened the same night, or both occurred that same weekend,'
• My first experience with cocaine was some stupid, hype fiend who had basically "re-rocked" a bunch of Tylenol with a small portion of legit, fire powder cocaine, then let it sit in the freezer to solidify and sell a gram to us. I'd yet to try it, my girlfriend had only a couple times, when he busted it out, it was a single chunk that weighed right on the money, he had brought a scale. He gave us a decent price, as I was told, at $40. Thing was, the 'white' portion of the chunk that was the obvious cocaine was obviously a different color than the rest of the chunk which was an offwhite color. He chiseled off a piece of the white color, let us each toot a good rail, of course, it was cocaine, fire cocaine. So we were hooked. Too bad there was probably only one line, maybe stretched out to two small lines of real cocaine left in the chunk. It was anywhere from 0.1g/0.2g real cocaine, the remaining 0.8g/0.9g was fake baby aspirin. Learned my lesson there real quick. From then on out, I demanded that I see the product first before buying it, by that I mean holding it in my hand feeling it thru the bag, smelling it thru the bag, opening the bag and smelling inside the bag, doing the "tongue taste"; as well as setting the product on a digital scale, that I bring from my own home so I know they aren't fucking with the numbers. If they use any sort of weird packaging material besides the normal baggies, I know 'baggie type a' weighs 0.1g, I know 'baggie type b; weighs 1.0g. More often than not, speaking for about 80% of the time the product comes in one of these two bags, so its no worries when I put it on the scale. But when people try to give it to me in cellophane, I tell them to fuck off, as cellophane weighs 0.3g, not the 0.1g they swear on their life that it does, and the powder sticks to the cellophane anyways, so you should be hooking me up with an extra point or two of dope just for your own ignorance. In fact, I just got a gram of cocaine handed to me last Saturday that was placed in the center of a Seran wrap, folded over once, then proceeded to tightly roll up until it reached the end where they tied the edges. Now how the fuck am I suppose to weigh the shit out of that. Especially, with me paying $50 for the gram too, I took it anyways, with my older sister and her boyfriend, of six years, reassuring me that it is going to be fine. I ended up putting one fat ass rail of yak, in a spoon, and shooting the shit up to see how pure the shit really is. They keep boasting that its the best they have had in months and months, if not years. And, Holy Shit! They weren't lying. But basically, I started using cocaine, because my girlfriend at the time, was all gung-ho about being able to try cocaine again, as she has only done it once or twice, and I wanted to make her happy so I bout that piece of shit gram. And, it stuck ever since, though the shit just got better and better,
• I started using ecstasy only because my older sister, her boyfriend, and all of their friends, who were the group of people that I kicked it with every single weekend at house parties used the club drug almost every single Friday and Saturday night. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I decided to pop one myself. I liked them enough, to start working with the main pill guy, and then later the main pill girl of the group (group consisted of about 50 to 150 individuals).
• The only reason I ever tried crack cocaine was I was with a black female, gang banger (sort of) from the West Side of Chicago, who had for the longest time been my key supplier of ecstasy trying to go into the hood to score me some cocaine. I was looking for a quarter-ounce of powder cocaine, just for my girlfriend, best friend and myself it was either some holiday or one of our birthdays or something stupid. Well, I heard her even ask the guy that she did not want the 'hard form', she wanted the 'soft form', and it took several calls to get a hold of someone who had yet to cook it up into that hard shit. So here we go parked, on one of the busiest streets, of this small sized city (35,000+ people) and the guy has his bass bumping so loud that people are opening doors and looking out windows, he has a bottle of E&J in his hand, taking a swig of it as he is pissing on the sidewalk. We make the exchange, we get back to her apartment complex, I drop her off, and as I start to pull out of her parking lot and get on the main street headed back to my house, I realize its not a quarter ounce of powder cocaine, that its a quarter-ounce of crack cocaine. I was wondering why the guy was letting the shit go for $190-$200, which is kind of low around these parts, unless you are really plugged, or your dealer is a friend of yours, or you go thru that kind of weight on a daily basis. Needless to say, I sold a $80 piece to another guy I knew who was a crack dealer, and the other $120 of crack cocaine I smoked with the help of my older sister, who used to be a real bad crack head, and with two of my buddies, who were cousins, and were known to get down on smoking that crack rock, and latter smoking that crystal meth too.
• The only reason that I ever tried crystal meth, was that there was no other drugs that I could get my hands on at the time. My girlfriend and me were in the process of moving from a duplex, to her brother's house about ten minutes away, the landlord was the biggest asshole, in the world, so we were trying to hurry shit up as fast as possible. So I decided to go get us a quarter-gram of this meth, kind of a big mistake, we were up finished packing, stayed up for hours talking, for hours fucking, for hours laying, then hours just waiting, I had work she had court, so we got another quarter-gram and tooted it just so we could each make it thru our own ordeal, and we never have turned back since.
• Prescription pills were never a big thing to me, so I never thought any harm would come from them so I took them with no big consequences,
• After my OxyContin dealer got busted, one of my buddies who I had selflessly given the connection to my OxyContin dealer to repaid the favor, by hooking me up with some heroin. He ended up making three separate trips up to Chicago to get stamped bags, two of the stamps were complete GARBAGE, but the third were black and yellow Batmans, which were AAAMMAZING. For two weeks we used them faithfully, and then they kind of decreased in quality, but we still fucked with them, and then after a month since they first came out we were still using them, however, when one bag used to knock me out on my ass for hours, I now needed at least three bags to get me to that level, not sure if it was the tolerance kicking in or if it was the quality being cut up worse each batch.
Eventually, he got a steady connect of "raw" foils, which by all means could have just been named "stamped" foils, as they were white powder, hardly any chunks, cut to shit with sleepenol and dormit. This is when I started shooting up. I noticed the difference between snorting a full bag and shooting a full bag of his shit. And, oh my fucking god.
Later, my friends introduced me to another dealer, however, who had much better "raw" product. And, by were they right. This dealer came thru no matter what from 9AM to 10PM, seven days a week, he took no breaks for himself. His bags were a bit skimpy than my usual connects bags were, and his bags were almost double the cost of my previous suppliers bags too. However, the quality of these bags made up for it. I would guess one bag of this more expensive dope would probably out beat two bags of the previous dope easily, I wouldn't doubt it was stronger than three bags, maybe pushing the limit and making it four bags. This dealer of mine, had his supplier find the purity of his heroin, and my dealer said that it was only between 10% and 12% purity, too. But, I tell you what, shooting up a bag of 11% pure H all to myself, would get me fucked up, and fucked up rrreeaaalll gooooddd.
• My first experience with cocaine was some stupid, hype fiend who had basically "re-rocked" a bunch of Tylenol with a small portion of legit, fire powder cocaine, then let it sit in the freezer to solidify and sell a gram to us. I'd yet to try it, my girlfriend had only a couple times, when he busted it out, it was a single chunk that weighed right on the money, he had brought a scale. He gave us a decent price, as I was told, at $40. Thing was, the 'white' portion of the chunk that was the obvious cocaine was obviously a different color than the rest of the chunk which was an offwhite color. He chiseled off a piece of the white color, let us each toot a good rail, of course, it was cocaine, fire cocaine. So we were hooked. Too bad there was probably only one line, maybe stretched out to two small lines of real cocaine left in the chunk. It was anywhere from 0.1g/0.2g real cocaine, the remaining 0.8g/0.9g was fake baby aspirin. Learned my lesson there real quick. From then on out, I demanded that I see the product first before buying it, by that I mean holding it in my hand feeling it thru the bag, smelling it thru the bag, opening the bag and smelling inside the bag, doing the "tongue taste"; as well as setting the product on a digital scale, that I bring from my own home so I know they aren't fucking with the numbers. If they use any sort of weird packaging material besides the normal baggies, I know 'baggie type a' weighs 0.1g, I know 'baggie type b; weighs 1.0g. More often than not, speaking for about 80% of the time the product comes in one of these two bags, so its no worries when I put it on the scale. But when people try to give it to me in cellophane, I tell them to fuck off, as cellophane weighs 0.3g, not the 0.1g they swear on their life that it does, and the powder sticks to the cellophane anyways, so you should be hooking me up with an extra point or two of dope just for your own ignorance. In fact, I just got a gram of cocaine handed to me last Saturday that was placed in the center of a Seran wrap, folded over once, then proceeded to tightly roll up until it reached the end where they tied the edges. Now how the fuck am I suppose to weigh the shit out of that. Especially, with me paying $50 for the gram too, I took it anyways, with my older sister and her boyfriend, of six years, reassuring me that it is going to be fine. I ended up putting one fat ass rail of yak, in a spoon, and shooting the shit up to see how pure the shit really is. They keep boasting that its the best they have had in months and months, if not years. And, Holy Shit! They weren't lying. But basically, I started using cocaine, because my girlfriend at the time, was all gung-ho about being able to try cocaine again, as she has only done it once or twice, and I wanted to make her happy so I bout that piece of shit gram. And, it stuck ever since, though the shit just got better and better,
• I started using ecstasy only because my older sister, her boyfriend, and all of their friends, who were the group of people that I kicked it with every single weekend at house parties used the club drug almost every single Friday and Saturday night. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I decided to pop one myself. I liked them enough, to start working with the main pill guy, and then later the main pill girl of the group (group consisted of about 50 to 150 individuals).
• The only reason I ever tried crack cocaine was I was with a black female, gang banger (sort of) from the West Side of Chicago, who had for the longest time been my key supplier of ecstasy trying to go into the hood to score me some cocaine. I was looking for a quarter-ounce of powder cocaine, just for my girlfriend, best friend and myself it was either some holiday or one of our birthdays or something stupid. Well, I heard her even ask the guy that she did not want the 'hard form', she wanted the 'soft form', and it took several calls to get a hold of someone who had yet to cook it up into that hard shit. So here we go parked, on one of the busiest streets, of this small sized city (35,000+ people) and the guy has his bass bumping so loud that people are opening doors and looking out windows, he has a bottle of E&J in his hand, taking a swig of it as he is pissing on the sidewalk. We make the exchange, we get back to her apartment complex, I drop her off, and as I start to pull out of her parking lot and get on the main street headed back to my house, I realize its not a quarter ounce of powder cocaine, that its a quarter-ounce of crack cocaine. I was wondering why the guy was letting the shit go for $190-$200, which is kind of low around these parts, unless you are really plugged, or your dealer is a friend of yours, or you go thru that kind of weight on a daily basis. Needless to say, I sold a $80 piece to another guy I knew who was a crack dealer, and the other $120 of crack cocaine I smoked with the help of my older sister, who used to be a real bad crack head, and with two of my buddies, who were cousins, and were known to get down on smoking that crack rock, and latter smoking that crystal meth too.
• The only reason that I ever tried crystal meth, was that there was no other drugs that I could get my hands on at the time. My girlfriend and me were in the process of moving from a duplex, to her brother's house about ten minutes away, the landlord was the biggest asshole, in the world, so we were trying to hurry shit up as fast as possible. So I decided to go get us a quarter-gram of this meth, kind of a big mistake, we were up finished packing, stayed up for hours talking, for hours fucking, for hours laying, then hours just waiting, I had work she had court, so we got another quarter-gram and tooted it just so we could each make it thru our own ordeal, and we never have turned back since.
• Prescription pills were never a big thing to me, so I never thought any harm would come from them so I took them with no big consequences,
• After my OxyContin dealer got busted, one of my buddies who I had selflessly given the connection to my OxyContin dealer to repaid the favor, by hooking me up with some heroin. He ended up making three separate trips up to Chicago to get stamped bags, two of the stamps were complete GARBAGE, but the third were black and yellow Batmans, which were AAAMMAZING. For two weeks we used them faithfully, and then they kind of decreased in quality, but we still fucked with them, and then after a month since they first came out we were still using them, however, when one bag used to knock me out on my ass for hours, I now needed at least three bags to get me to that level, not sure if it was the tolerance kicking in or if it was the quality being cut up worse each batch.
Eventually, he got a steady connect of "raw" foils, which by all means could have just been named "stamped" foils, as they were white powder, hardly any chunks, cut to shit with sleepenol and dormit. This is when I started shooting up. I noticed the difference between snorting a full bag and shooting a full bag of his shit. And, oh my fucking god.
Later, my friends introduced me to another dealer, however, who had much better "raw" product. And, by were they right. This dealer came thru no matter what from 9AM to 10PM, seven days a week, he took no breaks for himself. His bags were a bit skimpy than my usual connects bags were, and his bags were almost double the cost of my previous suppliers bags too. However, the quality of these bags made up for it. I would guess one bag of this more expensive dope would probably out beat two bags of the previous dope easily, I wouldn't doubt it was stronger than three bags, maybe pushing the limit and making it four bags. This dealer of mine, had his supplier find the purity of his heroin, and my dealer said that it was only between 10% and 12% purity, too. But, I tell you what, shooting up a bag of 11% pure H all to myself, would get me fucked up, and fucked up rrreeaaalll gooooddd.
xstayfadedx
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My brother picked my sister and I up for the weekend. We ended up going to his girlfriends and getting drunk and then walking on ice almost falling numerous times to go drinking up the back roads to his father's house. We ended up drinking there and when my sister passed out I was like asking my brother if I could smoke some weed cause I saw some old dried out plants downstairs? And I don't know why I asked cause that was the first day I ever smoked a cigarette and drink so I guess maybe I was just like mine as well get high too. My brother was super excited that I asked and then he ended up bring down a pipe for me to smoke from...burned my finger kind of on the carb but it was chill...listening to bone thugz n harmony/biggie.. will never forget that day. I guess it was mainly just curiosity.
It's a baby!
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Pretty much from when I was about 8 years old and became aware that different substances could change consciousness I was pretty curious about drugs. Mainly, I wondered how a drug could change how you perceived and felt about the world. I wondered what that said about the stability of my personality. The curiosity only grew as I got older and when I was 11 I started doing more serious research into drugs, finally trying pot when I was 14, and still going strong now as an adult.
My continuing use of drugs is driven by many factors, like it probably is for most of you.
My continuing use of drugs is driven by many factors, like it probably is for most of you.
The "How did you start doing drugs" Thread
My first drug (Which was probably everyones first drug) was weed. One of my old neighborhood friends who was a few years older (me being 12). Asked me if I wanted to smoke one of his joints. I never experienced any sort of high, and it was awsome. We went bike riding I was sitting on the handle bars and I felt like a goddamn bird. I was chilllllllleeeennnnnn! My first time snorting painkillers was at work with my (now) girlfriend. I did a baby line of a 30 and that was probably the best feeling I had ever had!
My first drug (Which was probably everyones first drug) was weed. One of my old neighborhood friends who was a few years older (me being 12). Asked me if I wanted to smoke one of his joints. I never experienced any sort of high, and it was awsome. We went bike riding I was sitting on the handle bars and I felt like a goddamn bird. I was chilllllllleeeennnnnn! My first time snorting painkillers was at work with my (now) girlfriend. I did a baby line of a 30 and that was probably the best feeling I had ever had!
SirTophamHat
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I was always curious, if you want to call it that. I used to stuff mint leaves from my dad's garden into hollow reeds I found, and try to smoke them with a magnifying glass on a sunny day. That was when I was 10 years old. I mean what the ****? So in some capacity I always wanted to know what it was like.
During adolescence I was pretty big into video games and sports, not giving a second thought to drugs. The only exposure I had had up until age 16 was 2nd hand witnessing of kids coming to school high. They all seemed like idiots to me, so I naturally assumed that drugs were for dummies. It was until my junior year of high school that things changed. I started chatting with a couple buddies who were a year ahead of me during gym, and I found out that they liked to smoke weed and occasionally trip on things like mushrooms. At this point I started wondering if what I had previously assumed was false, because these were kids heading to really prestigious universities in the fall. I knew that if smart kids were taking drugs, there had to be something more to it. So I started smoking weed at 17, quickly progressed to other stuff by age 18/19, and the rest is history.
During adolescence I was pretty big into video games and sports, not giving a second thought to drugs. The only exposure I had had up until age 16 was 2nd hand witnessing of kids coming to school high. They all seemed like idiots to me, so I naturally assumed that drugs were for dummies. It was until my junior year of high school that things changed. I started chatting with a couple buddies who were a year ahead of me during gym, and I found out that they liked to smoke weed and occasionally trip on things like mushrooms. At this point I started wondering if what I had previously assumed was false, because these were kids heading to really prestigious universities in the fall. I knew that if smart kids were taking drugs, there had to be something more to it. So I started smoking weed at 17, quickly progressed to other stuff by age 18/19, and the rest is history.
verso
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I think we already have a thread similar to this one, but I'm too tired right now to check.
How did I start using drugs? You mean when did I first begin and with what substance first? Or do you mean what were the circumstances surrounding my decision to experiment?
I'll just go ahead and answer both questions: 1.) I smoked some pot in middle school and high school, but soon the anxiety and paranoia became too much for me and smoking was no longer a pleasurable experience. I really began using drugs in my third year of college; I had a friend throw me some adderall, and that was the moment when it all made sense to me... pills are real drugs after all. Before then, I could just never wrap my head around the idea that yes, the pills a doctor prescribes you can sometimes be very potent, mind-altering substances. I had always believed that if it weren't a real "street drug," then it couldn't possibly alter one's mind as drastically. Well, I felt great after taking that adderall, and I must have finished all of my work in just an hours time. It was incredible, and so from that moment on, I began taking pills more seriously, and taking pills more often! Then after oxycontin, came heroin! And lots more drugs, too... lol
2.) The circumstances were this: I had stuck to the straight and narrow for so, so long, and it just didn't seem to be getting me anywhere in life. I have a sister who is borderline, and throughout my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood, I've watched her screw up and somehow, some way, get away with it. She went on a crack binge one time that emptied her savings account and resulted in her losing her job. You know what repercussions she suffered? She was somehow able to finagle her company's insurance to pay for long-term disability. (I don't think that they actually fired her, so she was able to collect on disability for months and months.) The girl stayed at home, got paid for it, and spent her money on drugs. She did whatever the fuck she wanted, man. It pissed me off beyond belief how she always seemed to get away with this shit while I had to be the hardworking, stick-to-the-straight-and-narrow one, and I just didn't see it getting me anywhere, and it frustrated me... so one day I think I just said "fuck it."
How did I start using drugs? You mean when did I first begin and with what substance first? Or do you mean what were the circumstances surrounding my decision to experiment?
I'll just go ahead and answer both questions: 1.) I smoked some pot in middle school and high school, but soon the anxiety and paranoia became too much for me and smoking was no longer a pleasurable experience. I really began using drugs in my third year of college; I had a friend throw me some adderall, and that was the moment when it all made sense to me... pills are real drugs after all. Before then, I could just never wrap my head around the idea that yes, the pills a doctor prescribes you can sometimes be very potent, mind-altering substances. I had always believed that if it weren't a real "street drug," then it couldn't possibly alter one's mind as drastically. Well, I felt great after taking that adderall, and I must have finished all of my work in just an hours time. It was incredible, and so from that moment on, I began taking pills more seriously, and taking pills more often! Then after oxycontin, came heroin! And lots more drugs, too... lol
2.) The circumstances were this: I had stuck to the straight and narrow for so, so long, and it just didn't seem to be getting me anywhere in life. I have a sister who is borderline, and throughout my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood, I've watched her screw up and somehow, some way, get away with it. She went on a crack binge one time that emptied her savings account and resulted in her losing her job. You know what repercussions she suffered? She was somehow able to finagle her company's insurance to pay for long-term disability. (I don't think that they actually fired her, so she was able to collect on disability for months and months.) The girl stayed at home, got paid for it, and spent her money on drugs. She did whatever the fuck she wanted, man. It pissed me off beyond belief how she always seemed to get away with this shit while I had to be the hardworking, stick-to-the-straight-and-narrow one, and I just didn't see it getting me anywhere, and it frustrated me... so one day I think I just said "fuck it."
phatass
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curiosity, wanted to know what al the hype was about, had to try it for myself