Cocaine habit / addiction.....
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I was addicted to Amphetamine suplphate. Speed.
How do I begin the horror story? I don't know if I'll finish this but...
Everyone finds there drug of choice. Coke, E, draw whatever, mine was speed. I remember the first time I took it, about 16 years ago. God it was fantastic. Made me feel so *pingy* you know? so awake, so interested, so interesting. "Listen to me everyone I am so 'kin funny!" The most mundane tasks turned into nights-out-on-the-town fun. Vacuum the lounge? Yes please! It made me look good. No really it did. I'd always felt so tired and looked it too. People told me I looked well! (didn't know I was on it of course) This was a miracle. The answer to all my problems. Give me more. So I did. Up my bleeding nose for 4 years. Sometimes in my morning cappuccino. I would of injected but hey that was for junkies, I wasn't one of those. No way.
As I said 4 years. 4 years of not sleeping for more than 2-3 nights out of any week. I'd lie there at night in my London digs looking at the ceiling cursing myself to hell for having taken that 10pm line. I mean I wasn't an addict or anything right?
My supplier was arrested. Cut my throat why don't you? I eneded up driving to Chelmsford on a monthly basis to pick up new supplies. He got arrested so I ended up in Manchester on monthly-or-so basis. Once driving back on the motorway my tax disc had fallen off, an eagle eyed copper had seen it and proceeded to pull me in. I had two ounces of amphetamine on the seat next to me. Stuffed it in my trousers and prayed. He pulled me into his car, I explained about the tax disc etc etc and he let me go.
I pulled into the next service station and was sick in the toilet.
I did a quick line as well.
But I wasn't an addict. Oh no.
I was on a train once, never forget this one, cause everyone was looking at me. Pointing at me. I was thinking "Ohmygodstoplookingatmeplease************stopLOOKI NGATME!!!" To this day I swear they were. But deep down I know they weren't....Pyschosis. Very interesting experience.
But I wasn't an addict. Do me a favour.
I could recount more but I'm no story teller but lets say I got ripped off a couple of times, treated my girl in a really ****ty way at times, had some awful stomach pains, had depression that made me self harm, cut myself. And felt really really scared that I was going to die.
But I stopped. One day I ran out. Last line. None left. Powderless.
I can only say that some inherent side of me, something deep down, said enough was enough, stop now or die. So I stopped. Chose to live.
I don't even smoke now.
And I'm certainly no addict.
How do I begin the horror story? I don't know if I'll finish this but...
Everyone finds there drug of choice. Coke, E, draw whatever, mine was speed. I remember the first time I took it, about 16 years ago. God it was fantastic. Made me feel so *pingy* you know? so awake, so interested, so interesting. "Listen to me everyone I am so 'kin funny!" The most mundane tasks turned into nights-out-on-the-town fun. Vacuum the lounge? Yes please! It made me look good. No really it did. I'd always felt so tired and looked it too. People told me I looked well! (didn't know I was on it of course) This was a miracle. The answer to all my problems. Give me more. So I did. Up my bleeding nose for 4 years. Sometimes in my morning cappuccino. I would of injected but hey that was for junkies, I wasn't one of those. No way.
As I said 4 years. 4 years of not sleeping for more than 2-3 nights out of any week. I'd lie there at night in my London digs looking at the ceiling cursing myself to hell for having taken that 10pm line. I mean I wasn't an addict or anything right?
My supplier was arrested. Cut my throat why don't you? I eneded up driving to Chelmsford on a monthly basis to pick up new supplies. He got arrested so I ended up in Manchester on monthly-or-so basis. Once driving back on the motorway my tax disc had fallen off, an eagle eyed copper had seen it and proceeded to pull me in. I had two ounces of amphetamine on the seat next to me. Stuffed it in my trousers and prayed. He pulled me into his car, I explained about the tax disc etc etc and he let me go.
I pulled into the next service station and was sick in the toilet.
I did a quick line as well.
But I wasn't an addict. Oh no.
I was on a train once, never forget this one, cause everyone was looking at me. Pointing at me. I was thinking "Ohmygodstoplookingatmeplease************stopLOOKI NGATME!!!" To this day I swear they were. But deep down I know they weren't....Pyschosis. Very interesting experience.
But I wasn't an addict. Do me a favour.
I could recount more but I'm no story teller but lets say I got ripped off a couple of times, treated my girl in a really ****ty way at times, had some awful stomach pains, had depression that made me self harm, cut myself. And felt really really scared that I was going to die.
But I stopped. One day I ran out. Last line. None left. Powderless.
I can only say that some inherent side of me, something deep down, said enough was enough, stop now or die. So I stopped. Chose to live.
I don't even smoke now.
And I'm certainly no addict.
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Andrew, that was so well put.... I know its your life but thats enough for me.
I glad that your body told you enough was enough. Think where you would be now if it hadnt !
Thanks for sharing that with us all !
WISH
I glad that your body told you enough was enough. Think where you would be now if it hadnt !
Thanks for sharing that with us all !
WISH
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Well done Andrew.
I have never taken any illegal drug and have never smoked.
I used to have a good drink in my pre-marraige clubbing days but hardly ever got totaly legless. I still drink the odd glass of wine or can of beer over the bbq at home. When we go out it tends to be for a meal or some other function, don't do the pub crawl thing anymore (Except if the odd stagnight comes up. ) . I get up at 4am and drive to work so midweek drinking or drinking at weekends when I'm working is out. Unless I'm 100% alert I couldn't see me doing the job I do now, I would also put other peples lifes at risk.
I must be fortunate to live in a low drug level area, don't have many drug related problems and I don't know anyone who would have a clue were to buy class A drugs. I have a very large circle of friends none of which ever got into drugs.
Do I live a sheltered life?
Lee
I have never taken any illegal drug and have never smoked.
I used to have a good drink in my pre-marraige clubbing days but hardly ever got totaly legless. I still drink the odd glass of wine or can of beer over the bbq at home. When we go out it tends to be for a meal or some other function, don't do the pub crawl thing anymore (Except if the odd stagnight comes up. ) . I get up at 4am and drive to work so midweek drinking or drinking at weekends when I'm working is out. Unless I'm 100% alert I couldn't see me doing the job I do now, I would also put other peples lifes at risk.
I must be fortunate to live in a low drug level area, don't have many drug related problems and I don't know anyone who would have a clue were to buy class A drugs. I have a very large circle of friends none of which ever got into drugs.
Do I live a sheltered life?
Lee
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i love reading stories about druggies, maybe cus i can relate, they entertain and make me realise i'm nat the only person to have went thru a rough patch with them.
but to keep the stories going after about 6 or 7 jack dee's one night a girl kept giving me a tenants can that had been made into a pipe and i was smoking away at this bad boy for about an hour solid and my head was well wah wahhed by this time so im sitting there closed my eyes for a wee minute opened them again and what the **** was going all all my mates where bloody gremlins these wee gremlin's are sitting smoking away with there glasses of booze and everything like nothings going on. completely pickled my brain then i closed my eyes again and everything was back to normal. i was never so bolloxing it before in my life.
anyway same night looked up at the wall the wall was being painted at the daido (spelling) rail was taken off so where this rail was there wasn't any paint except for one wee splash of yellow paint. so im starring at this yellow blob of paint and it turned into a fox and im going to the girl mate theres a fox on ur wall and she's fully yeah mate i can see it too. so i thought maybe i'm not going mad but then this fox starts running across the wall and chickens start following it and i just didnt know what the hell was going on (by the way the fox and the chickens wasnt actually like a real fox and chickens they where like animal of farthing woods drawing except yellow what a mind bender)
following again from this night i had enough and go to bed so i'm lying in this bed cant sleep for **** like hiding under the blankets and i hear all this scuttling around the floors and what what it. it was gremlins ofcourse so im ****ting it cus theres gremlins in a room with me and it gets worse the devil was under the bed trying to get me to go underneath to bed and go to hell with him. at this stage if i could control my bodily functions i would have ****ted myself but instead i think i just blacked out.
talking of bodily functions went to this thing called Planet Love big dance festival in n ireland got very wiped out close to popping 20 and i really needed a **** but i couldnt it just would come out. so after a bit of geting pissed off at not being able to **** i just go off to a corner in this field and stood there for about five minute and see when i was able to **** is stung the life out of me but when i was pissing i thought i shat myself i got really paranoid and was checking the back of my boxers n everything cus i was near sure it was a **** i done. funny as **** mind blowing at the time
but to keep the stories going after about 6 or 7 jack dee's one night a girl kept giving me a tenants can that had been made into a pipe and i was smoking away at this bad boy for about an hour solid and my head was well wah wahhed by this time so im sitting there closed my eyes for a wee minute opened them again and what the **** was going all all my mates where bloody gremlins these wee gremlin's are sitting smoking away with there glasses of booze and everything like nothings going on. completely pickled my brain then i closed my eyes again and everything was back to normal. i was never so bolloxing it before in my life.
anyway same night looked up at the wall the wall was being painted at the daido (spelling) rail was taken off so where this rail was there wasn't any paint except for one wee splash of yellow paint. so im starring at this yellow blob of paint and it turned into a fox and im going to the girl mate theres a fox on ur wall and she's fully yeah mate i can see it too. so i thought maybe i'm not going mad but then this fox starts running across the wall and chickens start following it and i just didnt know what the hell was going on (by the way the fox and the chickens wasnt actually like a real fox and chickens they where like animal of farthing woods drawing except yellow what a mind bender)
following again from this night i had enough and go to bed so i'm lying in this bed cant sleep for **** like hiding under the blankets and i hear all this scuttling around the floors and what what it. it was gremlins ofcourse so im ****ting it cus theres gremlins in a room with me and it gets worse the devil was under the bed trying to get me to go underneath to bed and go to hell with him. at this stage if i could control my bodily functions i would have ****ted myself but instead i think i just blacked out.
talking of bodily functions went to this thing called Planet Love big dance festival in n ireland got very wiped out close to popping 20 and i really needed a **** but i couldnt it just would come out. so after a bit of geting pissed off at not being able to **** i just go off to a corner in this field and stood there for about five minute and see when i was able to **** is stung the life out of me but when i was pissing i thought i shat myself i got really paranoid and was checking the back of my boxers n everything cus i was near sure it was a **** i done. funny as **** mind blowing at the time
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Ive stood in a potato field a 5 am waiting to watch the sun come up... "As you do"... All dressed up in best DJ etc... and gets chated up by of duty copper.....She must have been pissed as a fart not to notice me out of my tree!!
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Bloody hell, all this from Speed and E, Skag heads must have some tales to tell, the two I knew from school (brothers incidentally) arent around anymore to tell tales, one died from prolonged use the other after being given it after his usual cocktail of 4 Special Brew and Tamazepan.
I had a bad experience once after drinking a load of beer, smoking a couple of joints and being given something (still dont know what but it was powder, I assume it was Charlie or Speed) and went very quiet and subdued, passed out and turned grey according to the missus, never again, never mix substances.
Tried Solvent abuse once as a kid, Tipp-Ex thinners, truly awful experience, those who do that on a regular basis must be really hard up for entertainment.
Best experience was half an LSD Micro Dot, having read a book called Storimg Heaven about LSD, I thought it would be rude not to so I had the half, lovely, houses turned into pixie cottages, things were more vivid, colours, patterns, music sounded better food tasted better, just the paranoia thing to spoil it. Havent done it since as my curiosity was satisfied but I am glad I did.
I must say nowadays I find the whole drugs thing tedious, loads of public school ********* smoking weed cos its naughty, Coke always reminds me of Lawyers in 80's films that get into it and get shot or 3rd div footballers. Ketamine, a Horse tranquiliser, one for the more rural chemical fan, Skag is perfect for scabby junkies and super models.
I had a bad experience once after drinking a load of beer, smoking a couple of joints and being given something (still dont know what but it was powder, I assume it was Charlie or Speed) and went very quiet and subdued, passed out and turned grey according to the missus, never again, never mix substances.
Tried Solvent abuse once as a kid, Tipp-Ex thinners, truly awful experience, those who do that on a regular basis must be really hard up for entertainment.
Best experience was half an LSD Micro Dot, having read a book called Storimg Heaven about LSD, I thought it would be rude not to so I had the half, lovely, houses turned into pixie cottages, things were more vivid, colours, patterns, music sounded better food tasted better, just the paranoia thing to spoil it. Havent done it since as my curiosity was satisfied but I am glad I did.
I must say nowadays I find the whole drugs thing tedious, loads of public school ********* smoking weed cos its naughty, Coke always reminds me of Lawyers in 80's films that get into it and get shot or 3rd div footballers. Ketamine, a Horse tranquiliser, one for the more rural chemical fan, Skag is perfect for scabby junkies and super models.
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