...If you often wake up drenched in a pool of sweat.
...If you've army-crawled through somebody's room while they were sleeping to get to money and snag the keys to the car to hit the hood in the middle of the night.
...If one of the first things you do at a family party is check your grandparent's/aunt's/ect. medicine cabinet for goodies. I always aimed for the older scripts I knew they had forgotten about. My ex-uncle-in-law once called me out about some 20ish Endocets I pocketed (obviously he was looking for a buzz, luckily I left three 10mg tabs out of like #28 ). He knew I was the only one in the family on a hefty MMT dose, so I told him "I must have been high, so I don't remember clearly, but most likely" hahah
...If you haven't been able to experience a high from hydrocodone, codeine, and tramadol in years. I miss the good ole days when I could get properly opiated off hydro
...On bupe maintenance you shot all your doses to avoid the flavor and fulfill a needle fetish. As well as sold the majority of the script, and adjusted the dose to >2mg IV because of you read up on bupe enough to know less is more (usually IV'd ~0.5mg in the morning, so I could still get high/rush off dope after I made some plays).
...Your mom has caught you with a needle in your arm multiple x's. :/
...You can convince your MMT counselor you're dropping dirty for benzo's from a false-positive caused by a zolpidem script. Which my pharmacist confirmed was possible. Let's just say I was often in a state of narcosis.
...When you run through 30 x 10mg IR zolpidem in a >week because you shot them all. Interesting rush, ears get that IV K ring and everything gets weird, but so crude to filter and did hell on some of my veins.
...You get told by somebody in rehab you're in rehab with that you "glorify drugs too much man"
...You have cimitidine on deck just for it's quality potentiation properties, esp of benzo's.
...You eat ~16mg clonazepam and ~5mg alprazolam (got pulled over in the hood and had to) + shoot ~half g of dope and then total your car into a parked car down the street from your house and convince the police officer the power-steering gave out; and the cop has no clue your fucking trashed. Meanwhile, he is talking to the owner of the other car and I'm stashing my rigs and dope in my dad's car.
