I used to believe I was immortal. Every time I should have overdosed or died, the universe divided itself in two. I continue to exist in both of them. Dead, and alive. Even though I die, I live. So, from my perspective, the living me that is, I simply continue to live regardless of how reckless I am towards my health. Because the dead me has no perspective, perception doesn't split upon a decision being made. There are not too different versions of me. When it comes to death, there is me on one side and nothing on the other. So, I do not split. The living me remains constant. And I continue, despite dying an infinite number of deaths. This was the only explanation that made sense. The amount of damage I was able to sustain contradicted what I had been taught. I can survive, indefinitely, without food or sleep? Isn't the human body supposed to be vulnerable? What's going on, here? Hence, the immortal multiverse theory.
Now, I am starting to realize that the human body is not immortal; starting to realize that I have been lied to, and the dangers of drugs exaggerated. The problem with this sort of white lie appears non-existent to the non-user. Anti-drug activists, with the best of intentions, cannot begin to understand the mind of a tweaker. They could not predict the immortal multiverse theory.
Take a village elder. He tells the children not to go beyond the village limits. He says, "If you go beyond the village limits, you will instantly die." Then one day, a curious child does; and, upon not dying, they think, "What if there is no danger?" They think, "maybe I'm impervious; maybe I'm immortal." They leave the village, and travel the world. With every step, their immortality grows. Until, finally, on the other side of the continent, they leap into the mouth of a volcano.
This applies, from my experiences, to the addictive properties of heroin. Growing up, you hear ridiculous statements like: "After the first hit, you'll be hooked." Then you have the first hit, and you're not hooked. And you think, "Why the fuck should I believe anything those cunts told me?"
Personally, I don't have an issue with opiates.
Shooting meth for 29 days straight is as close as I've come to that volcanic villager dive.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that I may not be immortal... though, I will forever remain unconvinced.