[scottishbastard]

Nah dude. We need more broken records like you. The ones we dont need are the ones who tell you not to do drugs that have never even done them or seen the hell it causes. I broke my hand when I was 15 and was prescribed Vicodin and darvon. Then I got in another fight while my hand was in the cast and rebroke the hand. They had to then wait for it to heal, break it again and put in a metal bar. In the hospital I was given morphine and another script for 200 vicodin. I had already messed around a few times with snorting heroin, but after I ran out of vicodin it got really bad. I started snorting H and coke together. Then my dad got cancer and so there were always tons of Norco (10mg vicodin) around. I was taking between 8 and 16 of these a day and drinking Jack daniels to strengthen them. Then I started buying Oxycodone and Ms-Contin (morphine) off the streets. I was dealing weed and pills at the time so I also had a lot of Lortab and vics around. I was also prescribed flurazapam and triazolam for certain aspects of Bipolar I like panic attacks and insomnia.
Then I moved to Hollywood, my dad died, and my Norco supply was gone. Between grieving and being hooked on pills I couldnt stop then. I started buying Oxy and MS contin again but couldnt afford these damn $30 pills (I know it was a rip, but thats how much most people charge in Hollywood). So one day my hookup was like "You asked about heroin, and I found somebody". That's when it got bad. I started buying balloons which were 12 for $50 at the time (black tar). I smoked it for a long ass time but eventually started doing IM shots. I then found a new hookup, some guy from the City Terrace branch of the Mexican Mafia. He had the new shit in town "Gunpowder" a.k.a. "brown stone" which is basically refined Mexican heroin...similar to cuban brown powder. I started slamming into the vein at that point, and also started smoking a lot more coke, and taking tons of Clonopin and Xanax bars.
Then my girlfriend got into it too which was the lowest point ever. I also got a bad case of epiditymitis (basically a testicle infection) which hurt like hell. We got in about 8 car accidents, two hit and runs, a few speeding tickets, we ran from the cops when they tried to pull us over for speeding, we then crashed my mom's car twice, she got two DUI's and spent two nights in jail (two times in one week!). We then got on the methadone program again (now keep in mind I had been on and off the program for about 2 years, and most of the time I had a heroin-methadone habit since I rarely stopped using H when I was on the program).
It all ended when my girlfriend overdosed on xanax, codeine and somas and was in the ICU unit unconsious for two weeks. She woke up one day in the middle and couldn't talk right, she was drooling all over the place, couldnt control her muscles, and was having seizures and couldnt breath. They say it was complications from aspiration (swallowing puke/spit), pnuemonia (from the aspiration), and hitting her head. Her parents wouldnt let me visit her in the hospital either because obviously they were pissed as hell. I couldnt even call and find out info. I didn't know if she was dead or alive for two full weeks. And another shitty part is that she's a beautiful little Irish girl and she overdosed on st. Patrick's day.
This was the absolute end...After 4 years of heroin addiction and more than 8 years of overall opiate addiction, going in and out of methadone etc. I locked myself in my mom's mountain house and went cold turkey.
Six days of not sleeping, and three weeks of sweating, insomnia, muscle pain etc. To make it worse I have Bipolar I plus Psychosis, so the withdrawals kept triggering psychotic breaks. I had to go to a hospital one day because I kept hearing my mom calling my name (which she wasnt) and thought the radio was playing through the broken t.v. in my room (Bill Handle haha).
Then about another month or two of sweating a lot, digestive problems, depression, anxiety, insomnia, and feelings of extreme disillusion with life. But I did it. And now my motto is "I'll never touch heroin again, because if I get on it again I won't get back off." There's no way in hell I would ever detox again. It is literally beyond any experience that you can explain to people. It is the absolute opposite of how opiates make you feel. Mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually...I was wrecked.

I won't tell anyone what to do, but the fact is it took me 5 and a half years to go from fucking with opiates, to taking them semi regularly, to taking them weekly, to having a minor habit, to having a major habit, to becoming a junkie, to ruining my life and almost losing the love of my life. There's no middle ground with opiates. They are the most addictive drug on earth in my opinion. Leave em for the terminally ill and gunshot victims hahaha.