how in the hell

did drugs become a part of your life??? and why??? was there anyone involved??? how does it affect your life now?? im curious to know because of the way i got hooked on my obsession.

i started off with drinking and smoking weed. had a friend who likes to tweak. one thing lead to another, i fell hard for him and tried it just so we could share his love, after swaring that i would never go near that stuff. now its about 7 months later and im hooked. its not to a point where all my money is gone and i cant pay my bills. i can handle myself. but i just cant stop doing it. atleast one hit a day is all i aim for. i know i should see a rehab and all, but i got plans for my future and i have lots of shit comming my way that i need to take advantage of before its too late. now if i go to a rehab, i may never get a chance to see those opportuneties again. or i may have a harder time reaching my goal, if i waste a few months of my life in rehab. and i dont like people knowing what i do either because i say i "tweak" and they automatically think im gonna steal their shit and that i cant be trusted. basically they just jump to conclusions. and im also sick of all the paranoia of me "getting caught with it, because they can tell im on a good one"

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Permalink Reply by Toker on December 27, 2009 at 10:43am

i started drinkin was i was about 8 or 9 yrs old...fuckn loved it. iw ould drink brew by havein a 16 ozer in my jeans ass pockets//wore Jncos with big ass pockets in the boys piss room...then started tokin then brew weed an jack d. all though school just couldnt wait to get the fuck out. after while started treatin my nostrils. me an my chick love lsd an ecstasy an uauslly are fucked up. fuckn love meth it fuckn rocks...but dont use it to much. did some meth xmas day...fuckn holiday love been fucked up. i still drink all the time an start soon as i wake...then blaze a bowl an do some jack shots....treat my nostrils every fuckn day...HELLYEA ecstasy is my fav

Permalink Reply by Larzz Smith on January 26, 2011 at 10:28am

Well I started a little later than all of you,

I was 14 when I started smoking the ganja and with my family being part Rastafarian I never ran out of it seems my uncle used to grow and chuck me a 10 20 or quarter whenever I wanted,

it was around October when I discovered lsd, my uncle gave me a tab and said I would enjoy it, as it happens I loved it so I grabbed a couple for the week, 15 I started smoking cigarettes and bothering with a lot of people into class b and c drugs.

I got introduced to ketamine at a party and ended up k holing like a motherfucker, age 15 later that year I moved to Tenerife and found some Columbian punks who loved alcohol and glue, it started off once a week and went on to 8 or 9 times a day I would be doing my glue sniffing it in class and stuff.

The boys then introduced me to coke and anyone who says you don’t get addicted to coke easily is bullshitting, because it is a very addictive drug,

Right at the end of the year we, moved back to the UK and I was in school in Glasgow, I managed to find a coke dealer, and was buying 3 maybe 4 grams of coke or speed I could find

When we moved back down to Wales I managed to find a dealer who would let me do my shit in his house then stumble out. And there were parties every other week. we were sat in the off it on whatever we could find when I was offered heroin, I was blindly off it enough but said "yes why not" sort thing so the junkie showed me what to do and I copied him with a clean needle, I didn’t know what I was doing so I couldn't help it, I went on my high which was horrible I really didn’t like it, but it started to wear off, so I had some more, only this time he had powered it with so much heroin it was enough to kill me, I was on conscious for about 6 hours, the dealer had kicked everyone out and realised I was still passed out. So he called my name and seen I was still otters

At that point he had realised what junky had been there and realised that I wasn't going to wake upon with him just shaking me

He called an ambulance, hid all the drugs and waited for an ambulance3, he had told the paramedics that I was on conscious from the party and he didn't know what I had taken

we got to the hospital and that powered oxygen into my body to get my heart beat up or back to normal, nothing was happening so I ended up in a comber, I realise to this day that I am very lucky to be alive and I am glad that I am no longer addicted because of my experience and all that and 3 weeks without using I could hardly lift my arms so it was on a road to recovery

I stopped using heroin, coke, pills, ecstasy, etc.

And was just smoking a "bit of pot" when I went to visit my Rastafarian family.

I had a spiff last night for the first time in 4 months so it was nice

I loved it but I am only addicted to nicotine now

I don't even drink because of my heroin experience

Permalink Reply by pissy prissy on January 29, 2011 at 1:48am

woow you have a pretty intense story dude. atleast ur alright tho. u should sooo write a book. maybe ur story can change someones life. get them clean or get them to stay away from drugs or something.