Newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard
Subject: The Adventures Of Smacks Past (Missing Adventure #34)
From: Gizmo <gogizmogo@my-deja.com>
Date: 03 Sep 2000

Okay, here's another "Lost Episode" from the Adventures Of Smacks Past
series.

Gizmo

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THE ADVENTURES OF SMACKS PAST (PART 34)

140, 150, 160 AND COUNTING


Back around 1973, before cosmic forces caused my house to burn down, me
and my girlfriend decided to treat ourselves to a little speedball
action.  Even though a lot of these "adventures" are mostly "war
stories," I'm trying to only relay the ones that are special.  This
one's special, well sort of.  I was rather clean from opiates at the
time.  So, after staying that way for a while, we thought, "hey, why
not?"

The grand plan was to purchase about an ounce of good coke, sell most
of it, and treat ourselves to the rest.  We found the coke.  We also
figured we ought to have a little heroin to go along with it.  We found
the heroin.  We were ready.

The minute I got home, I got on the phone and called everyone I could
think of that might want to buy some of the coke.  I had plenty of
folks that said, "yeah."  But nobody had much money at that moment.  So
we figured, "what the hey, let's try some."  I also figured that some
folks did say they would have the money tomorrow, and that seemed to be
all right with us.

About 9 P.M. we started sampling the coke.  It was great stuff.  We
were jacking it.  We added a little bit of heroin to take the edge
off.  In fifteen or so minutes, we needed to do more.  This continued
all through the night.  By three or four in the morning, we had shot up
over half an ounce!  I probably injected myself at least thirty or
forty times by then.  A little coke, a little heroin, a little coke, a
little heroin.  It was awesome.  I tried calling some of the folks that
said they wanted it and told them to hurry the fuck up and get over
here.  I was willing to let the grams go on credit, just to get them
out of my hands.  One person showed up and "bought" a gram and a half.
So much for that plan.

By around 6 A.M. we had shot up over three quarters of the ounce.  And
at one point I started checking my pulse.  It was registering at least
150 to 160 beats per minute!  We both sat on the bed, wondering when
our heart was going to stop.

Finally after taking a last shot of dope, we laid there blissed out
until hours later we dozed off.

The grand plan to sell most of the coke, didn't work.  Most of these
drug related grand plans don't.  I ended up selling about three grams!
And it's amazing we didn't do that.  My arms and hands felt like pin
cushions.  The next two days I feel into an extreme state of
depression, relieved only by some methadone and valiums I had around
the house.

Life in the fast lane.

Copyright Gizmo 1996



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