Heroin Addiction and You
A cafe within a bookstore with my usual crew of misfits and debutaunts. I'm prone to eavesdropping so I overhear this exchange from the cafe cashier and some random person, it goes like this: "You know about White China? That's a type of drug in New York, ever heard of it?" Me, being the smartass I am, I've got to interviene this, intravenous. I say "Excuse me Sir, don't you mean China White? That's an east coast type of heroin, Black Tar is the west coast kind". I only know this because I read "Heavier Than Heaven"...in case you're wondering.
The barrista looks at me, thanks me and says "Damn, I'm really behind on my drug info."
It's been a long time since we've had any kind of assembly in school, getting us out of whatever stupid class we didn't want to go to in the first place (unless it's art or gym). It doesn't seem like too many people were paying attention, because the drug scene is huge in Lancaster, not just the crack epidemic of the ghetto's. Selling drugs, and being a fucking dickhead is now the cool thing for most mainstream hip hop fans to do. Thats another story entirely. Anyway, the drug scene isn't just in the ghettos and inner city anymore, it's in the suburbs, where it's very suprising to see your average 16 year old shooting heroin.
Just for the record, Heroin mimics endorphins, the same shit you get in your brain when you have an orgasm, fall in love, or eat chocolate. Feeling low? Buy some happy feelings from your nearest drugdealer and needle fuck yourself. It was also a legit medicine in the early 1900's, marketed by Bayer, named "Heroin" because the users felt well..."Heroic". It was a cough medicine for children, lucky bastards.
A friend of mine was declared legally dead for two minutes after overdosing on a "speedball". The speedball is intense, it's a mix of heroin and cocaine, usually injected. Coke speeds up the heart, wears off, and then the Heroin slows down the heart so quickly that the heart can't handle it. Luckily for her, she was revived. John Belushi, Chris Farley, River Phoenix, Mitch Hedberg, Brent Mydland and plenty of other fine folks have died from this deadly duo. The story gets better, follow along.
I actually got to speak to this dear friend of mine about her drug use. She had gone to rehab and was reportedly clean, but she spoke about her drug use in such an obscene way that it scared the hell out of me.
She told me that doing heroin was hands down, one hundred percent the best feeling in the world. The best feeling in the world? Can you imagine that? Being a young girl, with parents bitching at you, boys trying to fuck you, midterms to pass, and all the other troubles of a normal teenager instantly disappear with one solid gesture. The best feeling in the world.
Putting the needle in her arm, seeing her blood in the syringe would fill her with excitingment, knowing that she would be high soon. Once she was high, she could be happy, experiencing life with her head underwater, all her troubles a football field away. She truely had a chemical romance, no pun intended. Did this drug love her back? Fuck no. It killed her once and she was brought back, she was bitten by the beast but she was still in love. I don't know what happened to my good friend, it's been a while since I've spoken to her, but I hope to God she's broken away from her lucid addiction.
So, if you have a friend who's got a drug problem, do something about it.