in the beginning

[Evolbeaver]

I am curious as to how everyone was first introduced to drug use and what the story is with the first time you ever used H. I have been wondering a lot lately as to how some people grow up virtually the same, my brother and me for example, and can have completly different feelings about getting high. I was first exposed to H through some friends. It mostly started with snorting oxy's, then i was introduced to tar. We used to hand out with a friend while he worked, he worked at a hotel so he would check us out a room to chill in while he manned the front desk, and when no one was there he'd come back to the room also. We used to just kick it and watch HBO for free and get high. It was always that particular friend who knew where to buy shit so we would only really get high when we were with him. Then I started to hang out with him more frequently and i eventually learned where to buy shit on my own and began to smoke more and more often. Pretty typical path to addiction i think. I guess i am mostly curious as to what makes someone willing to use versus someone who doesn't use, and from my experience people that dont use are usually pretty strongly against drugs. Any ideas or experiences? Please share, thanks.

[Zoop]

I started using opiates at age 14. Prior to trying it my first time, I just thought that there was something REALLY cool about opium, opiates, and the culture around it. I mean I'd hear about far away places in the orient, like Turkey or Afghanistan, where people wearing laundry on their heads would harvest these pretty flowers that were so very addictive.

Well, the first time I took an opie it was percocet - my grandma had just had her gall bladder taken out, the family was at her house for something, I think it might've been Easter. She had a whole big bottle of these percocets in her medicine cabinet, so I took two of them and was fucking flying. Needless to say, I made sure I had several more of those pills in my pocket when it was time to go home. From there, it was medicine cabinet time on every visit to elderly relatives (I am sure most opiophile members can relate - lol!). Darvocet, tylenol #3, tylenol #4, tylox, percodan, demerol, hydro/APAPs, and also stuff like valium and dalmane too.

I was a daily pot smoker all through high school and college, drank a lot too. The only reason I did that stuff so much was that it was available. I just couldn't get my hands on pharmaceuticals or even heroin, so I did what was around.

Somewhere when I was almost done with my B.S. degree in college, I got the bright idea that I'd continue my education by going to pharmacy school - to be a pharmacist! What good was a B.S. in biochemistry anyway? I got accepted to a pharmacy school, off of the waiting list (no, I wasn't the first pick), one year after graduating from college.

I promptly got a job working in a pharmacy part-time when I went down to pharmacy school. And, I promptly started stealing stuff from the pharmacy. MAN! that was a good hook-up!

About half way through pharmacy school, I was living off-campus and had some neighbors that were partiers, and they introduced me to H. I was already very experienced with opies, so H was no biggy. I really liked it a lot and it was only a matter of about 6 months before I was shooting it instead of sniffing.

After I graduated from pharmacy school, my H use pretty much stopped, but I became very very addicted to RX opies, and my job as a pharmacist didn't last but 2 and a half years before I was fired and had my license yanked. My path to recovery began then (this was around 7 years ago now), and finally got clean in late 2000. After about five years of staying clean and sober, I had a slip and started doing kratom. (hey, it's herbal, right?).

And here I am... I have an appointment in a couple weeks with a doctor in my area who prescribes buprenorphine for detox. I want to get off this vile weed b/c I am physically dependent on it.

That's my story.

OBTW - the first time I shot H, I involuntarily yelped out "OH BABY!" - no lie.

[psychotiKK]

I am curious as to how everyone was first introduced to drug use and what the story is with the first time you ever used H. I have been wondering a lot lately as to how some people grow up virtually the same, my brother and me for example, and can have completly different feelings about getting high. I was first exposed to H through some friends. It mostly started with snorting oxy's, then i was introduced to tar. We used to hand out with a friend while he worked, he worked at a hotel so he would check us out a room to chill in while he manned the front desk, and when no one was there he'd come back to the room also. We used to just kick it and watch HBO for free and get high. It was always that particular friend who knew where to buy shit so we would only really get high when we were with him. Then I started to hang out with him more frequently and i eventually learned where to buy shit on my own and began to smoke more and more often. Pretty typical path to addiction i think. I guess i am mostly curious as to what makes someone willing to use versus someone who doesn't use, and from my experience people that dont use are usually pretty strongly against drugs. Any ideas or experiences? Please share, thanks.

Why don't you guys post in my thread? A typed it up a couple weeks ago and basically want to hear people's experiences in how they were introduced to the drug. It's called "Life After Heroin." I typed up my personal experience and was hoping others would join in, since at the moment I feel like a dumbass for being the only person to post his/her experience.

[george123]

I was 22 the first time I tried H. I was living on the streets in San Francisco and another homeless kid, who was using it every day, shot me up in the public toilet at the entrance of Golden Gate Park. I couldn't hold still so he only popped the skin, didn't hit a vein. I remember throwing up, but it was pleasant, and it felt good. From that point on heroin became a big part of my life, most days included going to the needle exchanges to hang out with fellow junkies, going downtown to hustle up money for heroin, waiting for it, I pretty much had a routine every day that revolved around getting high.

[shaunclo]

I tried it the 1st time thinking it was opium. I smoked a shit-load and didnt feel much. At that time I still preferred a good fat bowl of weed. But as time went on I started seeking it out more and more, until I realized how much that black-gooey shit has grown on me. Before I knew it I was hooked, and here I am today now on suboxone. I actually didnt start shooting till about 6 months into my addiction. I got bored w/ smoking and finally gave in. It was all over after that

[milky_tears]

I was 16 and the girl I had been seeing for a few weeks was a modle, not a skinny catwalk model, more like a swimsuit model- I was totaly blown away just by the fact that I was fucking a model, but was also curious about heroin, as she openly talked to me about it. I told her I'd done it once or twice before, but she knew full well that I was bullshitting.

So anyway, I met her in the middle of the city one day and she says, "Wait here, I'lll be back in 2 mins." Well, she must have had a better dealer than I ever had, because she was actually back in 2 mins. (I guess he was trying to get her into bed- As were most guys she knew) So she said that she was going to go down the street to one of the toilets that you put money in, go inside and do whatever, (classy!) she walked off and said, "You comming?" I caught her up, slipped into the cubicle, sat down on the toilet, she sat on my knee, opened her bag, brought out the aluminum foil, did some kind of origami with a peice of it that looked complex, (that I can now do one handed, blindfolded, etc...) rolled it round a biro to make a tube, gave it to me to hold while she tore off another peice of foil and emptied some light brown powder from a little plastic bag, made from the corner of a bigger bag onto it. She took the tube back from me and heated the bottom of the foil carefully with a lighter, the powder instantly turned into what looked like a dark brown shiny lump of melted glass- She chased it from one side of the foil to the other a few times before doind a long slow heavy blink.

She passed me the tube and said, "Wait, you've never done this before have you?" "Course I have!" I said, she shrugged, and ran the lighter under the foil for me to chase the thin grey smoke... I didn't feel a thing. She turned the foil round and ran me a line in the other direction. She took the tube from my mouth and I can't remember what she said exactly, something about me being a twat and that she knew I'd never done heroin before. I was now leaning back against the now very comfortable toilet wall, my head rolling back with my mouth open. All I could do was look at her, smile, and say, "Shhh." I lifted her off me and then we had some amazing sex, standing up at first, then with me sitting on the toilet and her facing me.

Shit she was beautifull... Right there I knew I was in love... Not with her though.

[msdope]

A very nice, and interesting gentleman with tear drop tat's under his eye knew I had bad headaches. Excedrin wasn't doing the job, and ten Lortabs weren't doing the job so the nice fellow said "Hey, baby how bout a bag of dope?"

The rest is history, and last time I saw him he had a crushed skull, and lost his eye thanks to the car he stole had belonged to a roofer who found him in the car, and took the law into his hands. We crossed paths in an alley. He'd went back to his true love crack. He had fifty bucks on him. I only had twenty. I asked for ten, and he gave it to me. I got my dope, and he got his rock, and we parted ways. Interesting was while we waited on the guys he profusely apologized that he got me into that, and did so only so I kept having amazing sex with him. Can't have that with a headache I guess.

On my travels home that day I actually thought "Man what was wrong with me hooking up with a lunatic crack addict?" Also I felt a little bad he robbed his own mother for my habit, but I bet he was hitting that damn pipe even back then". Glad I'm not a crack addict. Kidding.

[Evolbeaver]

Please move your responses to the thread titled "Life After Heroin". It is wrong to try to steal other people's posts, I am sorry.

[psychotiKK]

^ Nah it's okay evolbeaver. They can post here if they want. ;)

I was tricked into trying heroin from my addicted sister. She wanted another way to support her habbit at the time (none of us knew she had a heroin addiction.) One day she told me she could get me opium, saying it was like taking vicodin but stronger and lasted longer. I didn't know much about it, but I knew I loved opioids such as oxycodone and hydrocodone. I gave her $20 so she could get some for me. We tried smoking it on tin foil. I didn't feel much from that. About a month later she let me know of a more effective method to consume it. She cooked it up in a spoon as if she was going to inject it, but simply snorted the solution. It was just the tar cooked in water. Later I found out it was heroin. I also found out she was addicted to it and injected it every day, multiple times a day. It was becoming a problem as she was acting like a crack addict, stealing everything she could from us just so she could get her fix. I was angry and frustrated that she lied to me; telling me that it was opium, when it was really black tar heroin. Then again I had a liking for it and never had a problem with it. I am just hesitant to do it again since I have seen what it has done to her and I don't want to become what she was. I still think about it all the time even though I haven't touched it in a year and a half (tried it again a few more times with someone else.)