Here’s a story my dad told me which has kept me off that shit all my life (admittedly I did try it once when I was 17, but not knowingly i.e. the person who gave it me didn’t tell me what it was):
In the early 70’s my dad was a heroin addict living in a high rise block of flats in London. In 1972 he watched his two best friends die on the floor in a filthy public toilet in a pool of piss, shit and fuck knows what else. They had injected what they believed to be smack from a good source. Unfortunately it had been cut with quick drying cement, which solidified in their veins on injection of the shit.
Seeing this was what made my dad decide he needed to get off the stuff. However, it still took him over a year to get clean, and in the end he had to leave London and move to the other end of the country to Huddersfield (then a seriously quiet town with little or no drug problem) to escape his addiction and ensure he stayed clean through the lack of availability of drugs in Huddersfield in those days.
DO NOT DO THIS SHIT! Do not even try it. It is too nice a feeling to give up once you do. The only thing that kept me off it was the fact that at the time i believed I had taken crack, and spent the next couple of months buying crack and coke and not understanding why i couldn’t get the same buzz. I was lucky. You wouldn’t be as the your relationship will inevitably mean you will fuel each others habits.
I repeat – DO NOT DO IT!
