Heroin

Heroin's now neo-heroin and not like the China White or black tar in the daze of days past, when Chinese Opium, Afgan Poppys, and Italian seafaring transmissions ruled those days. While that provenencial substance is still present, so is fentaal and MDMA and a littlen blow if she gets really lucky. But, most graciously, they get charged in the singular with possession of a schedule two narcotic, salvaging them from some rogue prosecutor who's probably killed people, who is situated in dark red upper quarter office in east tennessee from charging for them with all four. "Smoke it if you must, but please don't spike" has been my sage counsel for decades to my many sad stories who have fallen off the bluff into the different levels of awaiting hell, which is their last best hope. But they rarely listen. Methadone maintenence and the concommittant rides to Newport or Mosheim six days per week. They have no drivers' licenses, so family gets called up. Forget about he lies for now, though they're innumerable as a sea sand shards and the size of the centuries, epic and seemingly global when fitted up against the ones they have to tell to cover up their progenitors. It makes them much sicker. Problem: doing those days in custdy draws into what's left a hideous and abomidable withdrawal that feel like the killer body flu coupled with a massively deep depression and most unpleasant bodily reactions. But if they do stay clean their reward is oftentimes the death because the next time comes the spike is the last time. Their tolerance has been drastically mitigated on account of their involuntary forbearance, and death's doors swing wide. I've known so very many. Ubiquitous are the active spikers who, upon the recovering inoculant's release from custody, ring their rectangles to re-up.