C'mon man. Try to have an open mind...I know the way he said it sounded bad...But, this is the internet, not real life. We don't know what effect it has on his life.....Maybe your right tho. Maybe he will end up givin handjobs in the park by his house to score oxycottin he slams with used needles he finds in the dumpster of a hospital. But, maybe it has 0% impact on his quality of life....But, either way do we have to be so judgemental
(This is directed toward everybody. Not just you Peter, becuz I know most of the ppl here agree with you.)
wtf kind of shit is that? im not a fuckin junkie whos feinding for his nxt fix u fuckin smug bastard. im just feeling too anxious and i dont want to o.d so i asked a simple question.
Hey man, I've been there. Not a road worth going down. I'm just telling from experience. Most of the anti-drug motherfuckers on here are just idiots, but I'm gonna tell you from experience.
I had it all before I started taking Xanax. I had a [hot] girlfriend, a reliable and decent, [but not too flashy] car, I had good grades, I was the regular 15 year old high school sophomore, may friends, popular, etc. I started out drinking beer, and then found the weed scene and dropped the alcohol scene. Of course, the guys who only smoke weed are cool, but the guys who smoke weed and do other drugs, and also pressure the youngin's to do those drugs, are the crowd to stay away from.
Combine the physically addictive properties and an extreme case of addictive personality to Xanax, the first chance at a 'hard' drug, I was hooked on the second rail.
2 mg, to 4 mgs, to 8mgs, a bag of 30 at a party, to a bag of 30
for myself at a party, I was a full-blown, high-tolerance, hardcore Xanax addict.
I started slinging to support my habit, and the people I dealt with were not the best people. I started by buying an ounce of weed, and traded to people with insurance-paid scripts, to increase from $100 of weed to $500 of Xanax. I was buying most of the Xanax available in 5 counties of KS and NE. I was a Xanax kingpin. I traded Xanax for weed, weed for Xanax, never bringing cash into the equation.
My grades started slipping, my girlfriend dumped me, my friends resented me, I was alone, but found comfort in one thing: Xanax and money. I started bringing cash into the Xanax + weed equation. I bought a 1989 Cadillac Brougham, Burgundy with a Cream top, a 7.4 Litre engine, and I put some hundred spoke rims on it and added a sound system and a gun rack. I was 16 years old and living it up and having a horrible life at the same time.
When I went to school, I felt like shit, I felt I had to run to the bathroom and cut rails of Xanax between every class. My grades were absolute shit. I was pulling a 0.9 GPA, and my only friends didn't hang out with me, they bought drugs from me. I tried to find friends, I tried to get a girl. My eyes sunk in and became dark, I was unshaven, shaggy haired, and then I lost the last thing important to me.
I was driving on a few Ambien, millions of Xanax, and I had smoked some weed, and I dropped the Caddy into a 20 foot ravine and bent a car with a real frame into a fucking banana. I grabbed my drugs, kicked out and crawled out the windshield, and went back to the road and called a customer to come pick me up and I'd give them drugs to let me crash for a few days.
During this time I reevaluated my life. Realized my life was shit. I wasn't going anywhere but jail or the hospital. I od'd on Xanax at the customers house. He threw me into the gutter, [on the street, against the curb] to lie there in pain across my entire body. I realized as I lay there making involuntary painful movements, that I was thirsty, that I had lost my friends, my GF, my schoolwork, my grades, and my family's trust. And I lost my Cadillac car, an emblem of my 16 year old empire. I realized I had nothing but the drugs in my pocket. I got out the Xanax and looked at them, realizing I was od'ing but wanting to take the rest [about 140 mgs] and just end the pain.
I eventually passed out, woke up in the morning, and I went back to my customer's house and grabbed my guns, [after he went to work, I crawled through a window] and walked the 4 blocks back to my old car, which I had left behind the dealership where I bought the Cadillac. I resumed my normal activities [selling and using]. I was pulled over 2 days later. I kicked my Xanax habit in a juvenile detention center. [Jail for <18] I had no cigarettes, which really sucked, and no Xanax, which was the end of the world. The withdrawal was worse than my OD. With that I'll end the story.
I didn't want to share this story, but I felt it was necessary. I definitely don't want to see another young guy like me lose it all. I'm 18 now and I still haven't repaired all the damage done by this long list of shenanigans.
Peace brother.
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peace