psychotiKK
10-27-2005, 03:30 PM
Heroin is one of those drugs that if you try, and like, it seems to always be on the back of your brain. There have been periods of my life in which I have had small smack binges, either with friends or alone. Now heroin has seem to play a role in my family. My sister was addicted to it for over 4 years, and finally has been clean for the past two years. She is on MMT and doing really well. During her habbit, she pulled me down with her. In order for her to get an easier score, she one day told me about an "opium" hookup she had. I was interested as I loved painkillers, but only tried mild opioids such as hydrocodone and oxycodone. She told me it was similar to them, except it lasted much longer and was stronger.
It was on a Saturday afternoon. I handed her a twenty, and had her go off to pick some up for me. A few hours later she comes back and I'm eager to try the drug. Now my ignorance played a role as I felt opium was ok and heroin was the evil, dark, drug that took people's lives. We placed a bit of the black tar-like substance on a peice of tinfoil. Then we cut a straw into small peices so we could enhale the smoke. She lit it up, took her hit, then passed it to me. On overwhelming smell of vinegar was around us. I then proceeded to take my hit. We passed it around back in forth and each got a few hits.
About ten minutes later I started feeling very relaxed and at ease. The feeling was nothing too strong and I felt nothing of it. I tried smoking the tar about three other times and had similar experiences. A few months later, I saw her snorting a liquid out of a spoon. She told me I had to try it. It was the same "opium" tar I had a few months back. Supposidely this method was much more effective. I decided to attempt snorting the dark liquid. Holy shit! This was NOTHING like smoking it. My body became rushed with a warm, tingly, orgasmic feel. My mind cleared; all problems were at ease. I started laughing. I felt so damn good and all I could do is talk, talk, talk. I started liking this stuff alot, and got her to buy me $20s of the tar which was wrapped in some plastic and in small balloons. Euphoria in a small package. I told many of my discovery. One day someone more experienced told me I was an idiot.
"It's a black tar, right? That's fucking heroin dude."
Of course I didn't believe him. I trusted my sister more then a random kid my age. I told my sister about it and she denied everything. It took me awhile to actually realize it was heroin. I believe I finally realized it when me and my entire family found out she was shooting the smack. She stole many things from us, and acted completely insane at times. She would literally pound on my door as I was asleep and asked if she could borrow 20 dollars. If I were to say no, she would flip out, scream, and say things like she hated me, hope that I'd die, wish I'd never been born, ect. I and the family knew something was wrong.
Even after that experience and my sister being a year clean, I did heroin a few more times. A girl that I never even met, just knew through an ex girlfriend was obsessive over me. She didn't even know what I looked like, but she has talked to me on the phone and on instant messanger many times before. I never cared much for this girl, as she always seemed to be a bitch. One day she literally begged to come over to my house to meet me. I didn't want her over as I never met her and really had no interest in her. She got her way as she promised she would only stay for a couple hours and promise I wouldn't regret it. She showed up to my door an hour later. She was a cute looking girl, but a bit psychotic. She follows me to my room and I close the door. She sits down and takes out two syringes, some dope, and tells me to get some water. I was really nervous since she pulled out all this paraphenalia while my mom and sister were also here at home. She loaded up her shot and did her thing. Then she pressured me into trying it. She even went so far to call me a pussy. I finally gave in as I don't handle peer pressure well, and was actually a little interested into trying it myself. When she finally got the drug into my system, it took a minute for me to even feel it. When it kicked in, it was absolutely amazing. Never have I experienced such euphoria and pleasure. She was the type of girl to get very horny when under the influence. She threw me on my bed, got ontop of me, and started taking off my pants. She did many things to me without me even giving her approval. I was simply too high to really think straight. Funny thing was, I couldn't get it up. She bitched at me for having a "small dick." Well honey, shooting up that heroin isn't going to make me a Ron Jeremy. Many things from that night are forgotten from my memory. This girl was satan himself, found pleasure in taking advantage of me while making me feel like shit at the same time. The next day she talks about how she wants to get married, have kids, ect. I am completely freaked out about this, and decide never to talk to her again. Since she can't have her way, she spread around the rumor that I have a small penis, to everyone she knew or met that might know me. She even went so far to try to get my current girlfriend to break up with me. Her ass is in some rehab/boarding school in another state. Funny thing was she ended up becoming friends with one of my EX girlfriends.
Enough about that, I will get more on to the topic. Is there any day in your life that you do not think about heroin? I haven't touched it since that day, but I still think about it all the time. I know if I could get it, I would try it again. I guess the saying is true for many cases, once an addict, always an addict. The only thing was I never was a heroin addict. I want to hear your stories on how you first chased the dragon, and how you are living life now.
It was on a Saturday afternoon. I handed her a twenty, and had her go off to pick some up for me. A few hours later she comes back and I'm eager to try the drug. Now my ignorance played a role as I felt opium was ok and heroin was the evil, dark, drug that took people's lives. We placed a bit of the black tar-like substance on a peice of tinfoil. Then we cut a straw into small peices so we could enhale the smoke. She lit it up, took her hit, then passed it to me. On overwhelming smell of vinegar was around us. I then proceeded to take my hit. We passed it around back in forth and each got a few hits.
About ten minutes later I started feeling very relaxed and at ease. The feeling was nothing too strong and I felt nothing of it. I tried smoking the tar about three other times and had similar experiences. A few months later, I saw her snorting a liquid out of a spoon. She told me I had to try it. It was the same "opium" tar I had a few months back. Supposidely this method was much more effective. I decided to attempt snorting the dark liquid. Holy shit! This was NOTHING like smoking it. My body became rushed with a warm, tingly, orgasmic feel. My mind cleared; all problems were at ease. I started laughing. I felt so damn good and all I could do is talk, talk, talk. I started liking this stuff alot, and got her to buy me $20s of the tar which was wrapped in some plastic and in small balloons. Euphoria in a small package. I told many of my discovery. One day someone more experienced told me I was an idiot.
"It's a black tar, right? That's fucking heroin dude."
Of course I didn't believe him. I trusted my sister more then a random kid my age. I told my sister about it and she denied everything. It took me awhile to actually realize it was heroin. I believe I finally realized it when me and my entire family found out she was shooting the smack. She stole many things from us, and acted completely insane at times. She would literally pound on my door as I was asleep and asked if she could borrow 20 dollars. If I were to say no, she would flip out, scream, and say things like she hated me, hope that I'd die, wish I'd never been born, ect. I and the family knew something was wrong.
Even after that experience and my sister being a year clean, I did heroin a few more times. A girl that I never even met, just knew through an ex girlfriend was obsessive over me. She didn't even know what I looked like, but she has talked to me on the phone and on instant messanger many times before. I never cared much for this girl, as she always seemed to be a bitch. One day she literally begged to come over to my house to meet me. I didn't want her over as I never met her and really had no interest in her. She got her way as she promised she would only stay for a couple hours and promise I wouldn't regret it. She showed up to my door an hour later. She was a cute looking girl, but a bit psychotic. She follows me to my room and I close the door. She sits down and takes out two syringes, some dope, and tells me to get some water. I was really nervous since she pulled out all this paraphenalia while my mom and sister were also here at home. She loaded up her shot and did her thing. Then she pressured me into trying it. She even went so far to call me a pussy. I finally gave in as I don't handle peer pressure well, and was actually a little interested into trying it myself. When she finally got the drug into my system, it took a minute for me to even feel it. When it kicked in, it was absolutely amazing. Never have I experienced such euphoria and pleasure. She was the type of girl to get very horny when under the influence. She threw me on my bed, got ontop of me, and started taking off my pants. She did many things to me without me even giving her approval. I was simply too high to really think straight. Funny thing was, I couldn't get it up. She bitched at me for having a "small dick." Well honey, shooting up that heroin isn't going to make me a Ron Jeremy. Many things from that night are forgotten from my memory. This girl was satan himself, found pleasure in taking advantage of me while making me feel like shit at the same time. The next day she talks about how she wants to get married, have kids, ect. I am completely freaked out about this, and decide never to talk to her again. Since she can't have her way, she spread around the rumor that I have a small penis, to everyone she knew or met that might know me. She even went so far to try to get my current girlfriend to break up with me. Her ass is in some rehab/boarding school in another state. Funny thing was she ended up becoming friends with one of my EX girlfriends.
Enough about that, I will get more on to the topic. Is there any day in your life that you do not think about heroin? I haven't touched it since that day, but I still think about it all the time. I know if I could get it, I would try it again. I guess the saying is true for many cases, once an addict, always an addict. The only thing was I never was a heroin addict. I want to hear your stories on how you first chased the dragon, and how you are living life now.