Levity
10-14-2007, 11:37 PM
I've only been illictly stuck with a needle twice.
Once was a good ole K4 (I started sweet). This was months ago... Yeah, the rush was great, but too short lived.
But anyway, tonight my junkie friend from Down South was in town. I figured he'd root me out an H connect in Chicago, but noooooo... He goes out and scores Morphine. Fuckin' morphine. I hate this bastard... I'm allergic to morphine. It makes me hallucinate and constipates me like I was fucked up the ass with a table leg.
But I digress.
For the cost of my couch, I told him to fix me a shot. I had a shitty day (read, I bought soap when I thought I was getting H) and I wasn't about to let him have all the fun. We run through all the harm reduction stuff (important kids!), and he helps me tie off, he hits vein, registers, and away we go...
Pins-and-needles rush... Good euphoria... And... Ten minutes later I'm kind of bored as he nods off his shot and drools on my couch.
My tolerance runs about 200mg of Oxy orally to get going okay, 250mg to be over the moon. (Yeah, I know, it's a bitch... But it's also decreasing... That was a month ago when I had a steady supply.)
All I have to say for Lady M is... Meh. I'd rather dance with her big sister.
What a shitty day...
I'm going to keep drinking until I pass out.
Once was a good ole K4 (I started sweet). This was months ago... Yeah, the rush was great, but too short lived.
But anyway, tonight my junkie friend from Down South was in town. I figured he'd root me out an H connect in Chicago, but noooooo... He goes out and scores Morphine. Fuckin' morphine. I hate this bastard... I'm allergic to morphine. It makes me hallucinate and constipates me like I was fucked up the ass with a table leg.
But I digress.
For the cost of my couch, I told him to fix me a shot. I had a shitty day (read, I bought soap when I thought I was getting H) and I wasn't about to let him have all the fun. We run through all the harm reduction stuff (important kids!), and he helps me tie off, he hits vein, registers, and away we go...
Pins-and-needles rush... Good euphoria... And... Ten minutes later I'm kind of bored as he nods off his shot and drools on my couch.
My tolerance runs about 200mg of Oxy orally to get going okay, 250mg to be over the moon. (Yeah, I know, it's a bitch... But it's also decreasing... That was a month ago when I had a steady supply.)
All I have to say for Lady M is... Meh. I'd rather dance with her big sister.
What a shitty day...
I'm going to keep drinking until I pass out.