canndo
Well-Known Member
I used to keep a carefully metered stash of everything. Morphine, oxygen, hydro, bits and tastes of this or that. Kept them for years. Had two bottles of the yellow tens, a thousand of them and they lasted years as well.
Four months ago (I guess) I just started in on them, something every day, every morning something different, soma and oxycodone one day, hydromorphone the next.
Ate or snorted everything I had sparingly, lovingly collected, all of it over a month or so, maybe more. Then I ran out. Gone. All of it.
A fallen man, I paid my nose runny, shitting, no comfortable place or position to sit or lay down, the world is so dull, dues.
The cravings left and I was fine.
But now I have a longing. Every morning. Doesn't last too long, it isn't miserable, I just miss them. Like that girlfriend, the good one, two women back. The one who rubbed your feet and made the perfect corn chowder and could do that thing with her tongue.
And you current girlfriend is coke, a demanding high maintainence little bitch but great in the sack and the one before was alcohol and she just never shut the hell up.
Four months ago (I guess) I just started in on them, something every day, every morning something different, soma and oxycodone one day, hydromorphone the next.
Ate or snorted everything I had sparingly, lovingly collected, all of it over a month or so, maybe more. Then I ran out. Gone. All of it.
A fallen man, I paid my nose runny, shitting, no comfortable place or position to sit or lay down, the world is so dull, dues.
The cravings left and I was fine.
But now I have a longing. Every morning. Doesn't last too long, it isn't miserable, I just miss them. Like that girlfriend, the good one, two women back. The one who rubbed your feet and made the perfect corn chowder and could do that thing with her tongue.
And you current girlfriend is coke, a demanding high maintainence little bitch but great in the sack and the one before was alcohol and she just never shut the hell up.