You know you're a junkie when you wouldn't mind getting badly injured [while driving your car that has absolutely no brakes to the dopehouse), 'cause at least they'd give you a good shot at the hospitall.
1. Your social network is drugs-forum instead of facebook or twitter
2. You spend more money on syringes than toilette paper
3. You can design intricate tattoos to landmark the best sites of the human circulatory system and hide tracks
...when the bottle says 'take one' and you alwaysss take two or more
...when you know you dont have that 'next-morning-hit' and you start withdrawaling like 4 hours before you normally would, a.k.a. in-your-head, withdrawal anticipation
...when just about all your weekly paychecks are spent stocking upp on your drugs for the week, and the rest is spent on cigarettes
...when the last 10 calls on your phone include; 6 dealers, 3 friends who do some middle-man-work, and one friend who got some tabs once from the ER that you decided to try, just in case
...when your friend, who gave you that very first hit in the first place, tell you you need to cut down
...when the total amount of drugs, in money, in your house is worth more than the total amount of food in your house
...when you get in a car accident and your first thought is that you have a reason to rip upp the car looking for random pills that may have fallen throughout the car and NOT that you will be getting your own script from the ER anyways
...when your friend gives youuu a list of prescription meds for you to tell them what's good, what's bad, and what really can be sold or not
...when you find your friends picking their noses&eating it cause' it's mostly dope in there anywaysss
...when you find yourself talking to someone, they end upp not responding, you start getting pissed and yelling a bit, then they dissapear and you realize they aren't real because you're been upp for 3+ days
...when you find yourself surfing sites, much like this onee, in the middle of the night because you just took your last hit and are waiting for the inevidable withdrawals/cravings of no money and no drugs, thinking maybe reading about them will make upp the difference
***btw, i laughed my ASS OFF at this onee! hahahaha(:
1. Your social network is drugs-forum instead of facebook or twitter
2. You spend more money on syringes than toilette paper
3. You can design intricate tattoos to landmark the best sites of the human circulatory system and hide tracks
4. Your rationalize foregoing rehab with 'My dad always told me quitters never win'
5. You soak in a hot bath so the viens in your chest and breasts are easier to find/use
6. You cut your bangs so you can use the big vein that runs up the middle of your forehead
7. You develope a knack for using the veins under your tongue
8. You know if you had a penis, you'd wish it be a veiny one and that you'd use it till it fell off
Eya724 added 6 Minutes and 50 Seconds later...
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Originally Posted by thebige
When swiy considers a vein on your penis a very good option..............
Boy,hope that comment didn't kill this thread from the get go..............
Sorry DT!
I know if I had one, it would probably have had to be amputated 10 years ago! But, in spite of that, sometimes it still seems like guys are so lucky to have that option
Last edited by Eya724; 08-05-2012 at 05:48.
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1. Your social network is drugs-forum instead of facebook or twitter
...when you rofl at 6:52 am because of such^^ a sentence
... when you spend the time to wait until your friend brings the methadone he's due reading a thread called "You know you are a junkie when.. (add to it)" on a social network called drugs-forum.
When the day you can get your pills refilled feels like Christmas when you were 6.
Yeah!! There should be a song (to the 'Happy Birthday tune') "Happy pill day to me! Happy pill day to me! I just got my script filled, Happy Pill Day to me!!"
Eya724 added 7 Minutes and 50 Seconds later...
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Originally Posted by Mainline Love
You spend a good amount of time scrubbing the bottoms of your spoons to get the black shit off, then bending the handles back into shape, because your mum WILL check the state of your silverware and make an educated guess about your drug use based on that.
Or you go to the dollar store and buy the cheapest, thinnest spoons you can find and just throw them away because scrubbing and rebending them is a pain in the ass. Remember when Burger King and other fast food resturaunts had those little foil ashtrays? Those worked so great. I miss them!
Last edited by Eya724; 09-05-2012 at 16:57.
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... you tell your gf 'hey, remind me to not inject into my left arm anymore, k?', then an hour later 'hey, remind me to not inject into my right arm anymore, k?', then an hour later 'hey, remind me to not inject into my right foot anymore, k?' then finally she flips "WTF YOU PRETTY MUCH LISTED ALL YOUR BODY PARTS AS NON-INJECTABLE ANYMORE'.
... when you pretty much don't even think about injecting into veins in the 'typical junkie injecting spot' anymore because they've been so over-used that every poke is followed by pain and flagging is impossible.
you do a shot of bupe on monday, on tuesday you cop a five day supply of dope, by wednesday morning it is all gone , as you did shot by shot not ever feeling a thing.
you have more friends on drugs-forum than in real life.
you think about heroin at least 100 times per day.
when you cant find heroin you mix xanax and vodka until you start to nod.
you have a secret room that always has a clean spoon, cotton, water and fresh rig waiting.
you didnt have a problem sharing needles , "hey good lookin bro". ( this is seriously fucked, please be smart and do not share needles... even if it means you have to be sick )
your tracks are so bad dope dealers can spot you while driving 55mph, they stop and toss you a bag and a number.
your room was once nice with electronics, lights, and heat. now it is just a thin mattress and a small table.
you know you're a lifelong junkie when... you go to the pharmacy to get some tylenol (and have been clean for almost 2 years) and see a junkie waiting for his methadone script/subs script and when you see his face light up you realise the last 2 years have been utter misery, and the happiest you have ever been and will ever be is right after you take that shot and drift off to paradise
YKYAJW when you go to the doctor's and seeing somebody getting blood drawn brings back memories of 'the good old days'
YKYAJW when you ring up friends in desperation for something to take the edge off, one of them comes around with 20mg of oxy and you blow up at him cause its not gonna do anything for you, and then feel bad and apologise because he was only trying to help (and mentally prepare yourself for the approaching agony whilst apologising to your mate and telling him not to worry, you'll be fine)
YKYAJW you haven't had sex in three years or heroin in 2, and if offered the chance to fuck carmen electra for a week straight and enough junk to keep you out for a week straight, you pick the junk without a second of hesitation in framing your reply.
YKYAJW you read this entire thread from start to finish, are aching for the feeling of that syringe sinking into a vein, the plume of scarlet blood going into the needle, and the rush that oblierates all worries, sadness, anger or dissapointment that comes a couple seconds after hitting the plunger, and have nothing vaguely opioid/opiate related on hand and the only drug you have at the moment is alcohol, so you scrape the resin out of your ghetto ass powerade bong, dry it out in front of a space heater and smoke it, and are still dissapointed and craving that mother fucking shot.
Last edited by kumar420; 22-05-2012 at 08:12.
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Damn that is SO true... I am always noticing others veins and getting jealous!!!! SWIM's are shit; they were shit long before personal IV use... now Im surprised blood even still carries lol
YKYAJW you are in the ER being treated for an abcess/MRSA and after three nurses and two doctors try for 30 minutes to draw blood, the last doc finally says "Fuck it" and slices your hand, holds it over a urine specimin cup and draws that blood into a syringe and injects it into the tube
When you're excited to go to the emergency room because you know they'll give you something good. Its like being at a candy store.
You go to the pharmacy and when you wait in line you look at all the pills in the back and you just want to run off with them all.
You've thought about mugging people for their scripts... Especially the guy who just told you he has pain medication with him and then starts to limp off on his broken foot. He wouldn't be able to catch you!!
You've contemplated stealing a homeless persons bmx bike so you could score drugs easier than when you're on foot. It seems like such a good idea because who would believe a homeless guy over a kid. "My mom brought this for me! I don't know what he's talking about."
When you deny you're a junkie but you can relate to so many things in this thread.
