Literature about Drug Use

What happens if you pop and chew up 10 viagra at the same time? I'm asking for a friend and I figure since you guys are all very well read you could give me a plausible answer. I'm only familiar with huffing Jankem & smoking weed. I'm asking you also cause I have can't read too much

Don't do it Reuben, you would probably have a stroke or heart attack.

My former boss's friend took a bunch of viagra for fun, he had an erection for hours.

He also took a birth control pill and became very sick.

What if he mixed in a few shots of Everclear with it? He's done every drug you could imagine and is somehow still alive and surprisingly well off. He makes 200k a year & has software development job in Silicon Valley programming for Apple and somehow passed every drug test despite his constant use.

one time I watched this woman smoke crack in her garage until it was about four in the morning. She spent all her money and then some, her ears were ringing. She tried to get us to stay, I had the blow. Said she would cook us chorizo and eggs, I finally said fine. It was Rosco and I, in the kitchen with her in the early hours of the day, waiting on these eggs. I bit into the burrito and it was crunchy.

This stupid crackhead had gotten half an egg shell in there.

One time I went over to a friend's place for new years. What I didn't know, was that he had invited a bunch of heroin junkies over, so what I did, I grabbed a 0,75l bottle of jäger out the freezer and drank about half while I watched some dude shoot up. I learned a lot about it. Sucking blood up into the syringe and shooting it back into your arm. He didn't even wipe the blood off of his arm.

He's dead now.

One time, back back in the day.

I was trying to push these extremely stepped on bags of blow. When I say that they were stepped on, I mean after I crushed up No-Doze caffeine pills and cut it with those, I poured a vitamin capsule into the bag and shook it up. Really bad blow, a certain dope fiend that I knew wanted to get a front, said he had 15 bucks.

Naturally, I went ahead and drove out to meet him. He didn't have his glasses, couldn't tell how bad it really was. I ended up getting 50 instead of 15, and didn't think of it until he started calling.

I guess one of his buddies tried to shoot that shit, said there was a chunk in it. Ouch.

I ended up kicking him in the kidney while he lay in a gutter.

This shit is hilarious. Keep going

One time Rosco and I sat in the basement of a dope house in this small midwestern town. The upstairs was for the owners of the house, parents of those who stayed in the basement. Up there was needles on the floor and car parts blocking most doors.

In the basement was the children of those residing above us, and cheap vodka was the common poison.

This was the daughters room, sweet girl, caught herpes from some dopehead some years ago. She drank her vodka out of a personal cup, not pulling off the bottle.

Personally, I did not drink any of this Skol, but Rosco certainly did. Getting rather drunk, we went to get some fresh air in the dark hours of the morning. Watching those still up from assumedly days of smoking meth ride past on bicycles, appearing in the rays of streetlights.

Sitting on this dopehouse porch, with dilapidated cars in the lawn and a completely full driveway, Rosco began to heave. I could smell it as it exited his body, and we began to leave.

The next morning the dog ate it.

One time I got pulled over with three bags of blow tucked under my nuts and an ounce of weed under my seat. Rosco sat in the passenger seat, black as ever. It must've been after midnight, and I had a pending felony case that of course was seen when the officer ran my license. A pending felon (for drug charges) with a black passenger who has tattoos on his face.

Of course we were to be searched. Of course I did not consent to a search. And of course they brought the dogs out. It was some kind of fluke, because I had quit smoking weed about a year previous to this, and never rode around with more than one bag.

I was booked into county jail for the ounce of weed, and as I was butt naked in some concrete shower, with a uniformed man watching me squat and cough, he asks me whats tucked in my ass crack.

Well fuck. At this point I was booked for intent to deliver on two counts, one for marijuana one for cocaine. I sat in jail for a month and a half, until I pled guilty to the cocaine charge.

This was so that I could be bound out to go to rehab. I had been on the phone with my momma, and she had gotten tired of paying for my trips to rehab. She found a program that didn't cost anything, naturally, I was going there.

What I didn't realize was that this rehab was a two in one of sorts, it was a rather large homeless shelter as well as a rehab. Before one was to go into the rehab side, you stay on the homeless side. A bunk room of sorts, with about two hundred and fifty beds, all full, with folks sleeping on the floor as well.

And then I, little white boy raised in a well to do family, staring at the ceiling on my top bunk thinking, what have I done to my life?

It must have been around midnight or one in the morning, when a commotion starts from the middle of this room of collective smells. I guess that the guy on the top bunk there was real drunk, and got down from his bunk to piss on his bunkmate.

Then, up about five rows of bunks from this happening, is a black man who sits up and says, "on crip yall niggas trippin in this muthafucka"

Where the fuck am I

It is I, samefag. Someone else get in here I'm having fun

Dude, I'm intent on this shit. The worst I ever got was a DWI which I was able to buy my way out of, more or less. I'm friends with the judge (small ass NY town). I couldn't hope to match this level of traplife.

Are you still at it, or are you "clean"?

I used to live in an in-between home for fucked up teenagers. We had a staff to make sure we didn't get too out of control, and to give us our medication.

We were allowed to drink so long as we a) did it off the premises, or b) didn't get our alcohol privileges revoked. I don't have any long stories, but the shit we did was crazy. One time, my best friend, she can't hold her alcohol for SHIT. She has one beer and proceeds to spend the rest of the evening trying to throw herself off of a bridge. Her boyfriend is grappling with her all night long, while I'm laying on the ground drinking and- I don't even know what.

Before that- after she came to the half-way house, about a week later Mary had her birthday. We went to the lake, and she got so fucking trashed, she kept trying to make out with this girl, and then jumped into the lake, shrieking about how she was ariel. She puked on a blanket and two years later, when she moved out, she still hadn't washed it.

She was so fucked up. We went to italy, and she slept with this lady for half a pack of rolling tobacco.

"Clean" per se, but my heart is not in the AA deal. I think being sober is kindof gay. Certainly not in the sexual sense, in that sense I myself am kindof gay.

But yeah, I haven't been drunk or high for over 18 months. I'm on drug court, thank god they have that program, and have been for quite a while.

If I had gotten the intent to deliver cocaine charge fifteen years ago, I might be doing ten years behind the walls.

Little white boy like myself. I'd have a big ol boyfriend

Okay here's a good one.

Back in the day, like way back. Atleast it seems. It was New Years Eve of 2011, that night it would be 2012. I had just gotten out of my first rehab, and I was 15. Strict rules had been placed on me at home, I could have friends over but couldn't go out.

My parents live on a large acreage/farm, so there is lots of land to trek around on. Back in the hills, my friends and I had dug this bonfire pit, which we sat around all winter during my parental house arrest.

Now, winter is damn cold where I'm from, in the Midwestern United States. It was my buddy and I, with a handle of McCormicks Vodka, the worst of the worst.

Around this fire we began to drink around noon, had a few people come and go after drinking with us. I remember pouring vodka in a can of soup and trying it, terrible.

We ended up with my buddies girlfriend, another buddy who was on leave from his group home, and one of the big homies who is a true dope fiend, like yours truly. This was along with us original two, and we decided to find some place to drink in the warmth.

The folks said they had to leave somewhere around 9 or 10, but that's not the spirit of New Years, is it?

Us five were sneaking around, we went to the attic of the garage. It was a ladder that came out of the ceiling, a trap door of sorts. Up there we ran out of liquor around one in the morning.

Naturally, I'm still trying to get fucked up, so we end up searching the garage for something to do the trick. You know you're a low down fiend when you look in garages for something to get fucked up on, because more often than not, you're gonna be huffing something.

Well, we found the paint thinner, and sat in the attic corner huffing this off a rag.

Until now, the girlfriend had not been a big part of the story, but she had gotten a little too drunk. She wouldn't stop trying to jump through the trap door to the main floor of the garage.

Her boyfriend was in the corner huffing this paint thinner with the big homie and I, while my buddy on leave from a group home had to catch her before her attempts at jumping became reality. I can't imagine this was his best New Years Eve.

We huffed that paint thinner for a couple hours, until the folks caught us in the downstairs mud room and kicked everyone out.

They all had to walk back to town, drunk and high on paint thinner, that cold, dark New Years morning.

So, I don't know if you guys know this, but black people don't do drugs like white people do. White people seem to be down to try whatever, and they seem to seek out the strangest of drugs. Black people, on the other hand, smoke weed, eat xanax, drink codeine, smoke pcp, and maybe some crack. That really is about it. Well, all that and ecstasy.

So, I'm pretty white. Always have been. But the summer I got onto drug court I spent extraordinary amounts of time with the homeboy Rosco, who was a homeless black kid with tattoos on his face, in small town Nebraska.

Not the character you expect to meet in a place like this, but he was there none the less. It was a strange crew we had that summer, the three of us. Rosco you have already met, but my longtime friend that introduced me to the black man was another whiteboy. He had SS tattooed on his sides, raised by white supremacists. Sometimes he reps crip? I never fully understand things such as this, but I don't try too hard.

Whiteboy and I had been getting fucked up any way possible for years, I had began to order research chemicals domestically and from China. This is when I went off the deep end, but I had decided that I wanted to feed Rosco drugs, because he was black and it would be funny. MXE, MXP, etizolam, 5-mapb, 4-cmc, a-php, allyescaline, 4-aco-dmt, 4-fa.

Really, just a whole lot of fake drugs. Lots of crazy shit happened that summer, but I remember a specific night that we ended up and some chicks house, and she was gone. All three of us are rolling off this 4-cmc, probably ate a good two grams of the shit between us. We had been doing this every day for a month or so, we were pretty used to it.

Rosco though, had lost his mind long before I met the guy, but that's half the reason I liked him.

In this chicks house, there was this cat. Huge cat. Must've had tumors on its underside. And us three, in the living room, with Rosco pacing back and forth.

He yells out, I'M GONNA PISS ON THIS CAT

Whiteboy talked him out of pissing on the cat, but Rosco ended up pissing in the chicks vents.

Well, AA itself is actually retarded. The final step of the twelve is to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord(e) and Savior. My cousin almost died from a cirrhotic liver at 36, he pissed on the twelve steps. I guess seeing that other people needed crass ritualism and self-deception to help them quit addiction was the kick in the pants he needed.

>huffing paint thinner
I'm glad I was never this much of a fiend. I did smoke and snort some pretty questionable shit though. E.g. bought shit that I knew was probably jack meth hoping it was molly, snorted it hoping to taste that sweet terrible bitter poison: what I got was salty garbage. "Yup, it's meth."

it's not a good idea to megadose viagra, it's not going to make your tackle any harder past the standard dose, and you will just have an erection for a dangerously long time. The blood that flows into your dick and then held there doesn't circulate well. This isn't an issue for the usual length of an erection up to a few hours but after that you start depriving the tissues in your dick of oxygen which can lead to it NOT WORKING EVER AGAIN. don't take a sip if amount of Viagra, it doesn't do anything more than a standard dose other than making the erection last way too long. If you do do this I hope the 12 hour boner is worth never getting hard again/possibly having your dick die and fall off.

Lmao I'll make sure to remember that.

Well the final step, step twelve is "Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics and practice these principles in all our affairs."

It is not necessarily Jesus, but I don't need the twelve steps to have a spiritual awakening.

I have just been in enough meetings and heard enough faggots talk in them, pushing this stuff on me to know that my heart is not in the thing. It may be able to help people, and I may need to go back at some point in my life. But as of now, I think that its pretty faggy.

That is also not to say that everyone that goes to meetings are faggots. No, not at all. But the faggots that do go, and not gay faggots, push me away significantly.

But at the same time, when I say that they push me away, I probably push myself away.

Any experiences with u4770? Is bloody nose after sniff temporary?

No nothing, samefag here but I never got into the synthetic opiates.

Don't fuck with U4770 its not worth it, far worse than actual heroin in every respect from health effects to actual recreation. At least go for O-DSMT (o-desmethylTramadol) if u gotta go RC for ur opiates. Fent aint bad either, suffers from a lot of the same drawbacks as U4 but are much healthier for your body besides running up your opiate tolerance.

If its synthetic fent you decide to do, know how much to use

You may die that would give you the blues

Not advocating for using fent as yeah it's hard to dose and will skyrocket your tolerance, but at least it isn't caustic as fuck and even fiendier like U4 for a minor extra euphoria (u4 will also ridiculously fuck your tolerance with compulsive redosing). You know a Chen is bad when fent is a healthier alternative. Look up the horror stories of U4 addiction on Reddit about people permanently destroying mucous membranes in their nose and ass and having chronic pain from injecting it. It's like krokodil tier.

Goes to show that old school opiates like heroin morphine ect are so comparatively safe and healthy.

I would say if one is to dabble in opiates, keep it non synthetic. But, coming from me, that is rather hypocritical.