Citation: Fatboy. "Happy Birthday With A Brown Bag: An Experience with Heroin (exp61733)". Erowid.org. Nov 28, 2017. erowid.org/exp/61733
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Happy birthday indeed.
I am a pretty well seasoned veteran when it comes to recreational drugs. The only ones I have not done are LSD and any of the huge array of research chems, simply because I have not had the chance to acquire them. I have also never self injected (only in the hospital for leg surgery, it was fun) anything because I am to afraid to waste it by missing or messing up the procedure.
Anyhoo, on to the good part. It was July 4th, 2006, my 20th birthday and I was having an alright time, until a buddy of mine, Balla, informed me that he could procure a bag of dope for the cost of 25 dollars, which he would graciously front to not only me, but also my good friend Dank (we were broke, as always). Well shit lets get a packin’ man.
So we (Myself, Dank, Balla, and Balla’s girlfriend Beth) hopped into Beth’s 02’ Impala with Balla manning the helm to procure the dope. Of course when we get to the house containing said dope, we had to wait. So Balla and Beth decided to, much to my dismay, set of fireworks on the side of the road. God what idiots. I tried to keep my cool and just inform them that what they were doing could get us in jail. “don’t worry” they kept saying.
The only thing I was worried about, was getting the heroin and going to jail would not provide heroin, so I did not want to go there. Eventually we procured the heroin, and following the LONGEST drive back to Dank’s house (about ten minutes) the heroin was ready to be used.
Now I have a pretty good resistance to opiates, not heroic, but not bambi-like. It takes about 40 mgs of oxycodone or 60 mgs of hydrocodone or, if I’m lucky, 8mg of hydromorphone to get me where I need to be. Dank and I each had are own bag and we both did half of a bag, saving my other half for tomorrow. Snorting the bump of brown, vinegary powder was pleasant as was the effects.
The whole time I had been psyching myself up. Oh man this is it, heroin, dope, smack, horse, whatever and I was doing it. After about 15 minutes my face started to feel very warm and my eyelids grew heavy. After half an hour I was there, smacked out, nodding, having the best time of my life sitting in a chair.
After half an hour I was there, smacked out, nodding, having the best time of my life sitting in a chair.
It truly beat out every opiate experience I had ever had. Complete euphoria washed over me and everything was alright. In fact, I could faintly here Free’s “Alright Now” If I tried hard enough. I looked at the room, Dank was in the same state as I was, Beth was throwing up, I don’t remember what Balla was doing.
I eventually left going home with my little half a bag stashed in the coin pocket of my jeans. I laid down In my bed, but I could not sleep. I did not want to waste this sensation by falling asleep. I eventually did, very late, or early. Then I proceeded to go to work on three hours of sleep (shitty) I felt drained, but knowing I had more dope made the day go by pretty much uneventfully.
When I got home I snorted the rest of the bag, sat down, and 30 minutes later I was out. Cold. Four hours later I woke up the high spent oh well.
I would repeat this experience two more times before the connection dried up. It was fantastic, unbelievably euphoric. I could definitely become a junky, no problem. Good thing my financial situation helps me stay clean, well clean enough to never go through withdrawals. I treat opiates with respect and in turn they have never permanently harmed me, yet.
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