How addicting is heroin?

[Brutuskend]

I'll see your Neil Young and raise you a John Prine.


Sam Stone
©John Prine

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

Chorus:
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Repeat Chorus:

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill.

Repeat Chorus

 

[0roo0roo]

train spotting

 

[Rage187]

I was addicted to morphine for 2 months of the summer when I was 16.

Friends mom was dying of stomach/intenstinal cancer and they had just moved her to the drip since she could no longer be fed regularly. So that meant there were BIG bottles of morphine pills around the house that hospice neglected to take back to the hospital.

We all did them together one night, all of us under 16 (there were about 6 of us I can remember, her 2 daughters me and 2 of my friends and 1 of their friends.) and we threw up for 6 solid hours. And I'm not talking once or twice I'm talking 10-15 times each. But when you werent throwing up it was beautiful. I laid on their couch staring at the TV for 8 hours, it was like the world was giving you a warm hug.

After that her daughter Dianna(pronounced dee-anna) who may have been 13 or 14 at the time sold them to me at $1.25 a pop. I was hooked, and after the the 3rd of 4th time stopped throwing up everytime I did them.

For 2 months I was hooked and got screwed up everyday. Not only was I screwed up but I had started selling them to friends for $5 a pop which more than paid for my habit. One of the most embarrasing things that happened was that I threw up on the side of a friend's car on the way to a party. Then I threw up in the guys bathroom in the tub. Thats when I knew I had a serious problem.

One day Dianna told me that there were no more, that we had gone through all of the bottles. I didnt believe her cause I had seen the bottles that had alot more in them than I had ate or sold. But what could I do???

So I was forced to stop, and it wasnt pretty. I remember picking through the carpet in my bedroom hoping to find one that I had dropped. I actually did find one, but only one and it was just enough to stop me from being sick.

After that I puked for 3 days solid and hated myself for ever doing it.

Good things that came out of it:

Friends loved to do acid and I hated it. so one day I ate some morphine along w/ the acid and it wasnt to bad. Gotta love peer pressure.

I later got into the party seen and ate many rolls/beans that were cut w/ smack. I can remember numerous times where I could handle it and all my new friends were sick as dogs.

But I grew up and look fondly as the times that I was super stupid and didnt die.

 

[badmouse]

Back in another lifetime I was a rock musician in the late 60's - 70's. My drug of choice was (still is) mescaline. But I did H a lot too.

The thing with heroin is, it makes you feel PERFECT. It makes you feel right. Whatever your definition of "right" is, that's what you get. If you think it's sex, then it feels like sex. If you think it's being God, then you're god. If you want to fly, you can fly. If you're really into music, it gives you music that is awesome. Not just in your own mind, but if you record on H, you get some awesome tracks. It's really really good stuff.

And then when it wears off, you're not right any more. It's like someone is chopping off your arms and legs and private parts and so on, you're losing parts of yourself - the good parts. It's awful. You want yourself back. You can feel every piece of your soul being ripped out of your belly one scream at a time. THAT'S the addiction. Duh, you don't want to lose yourself. You gotta get yourself back.

By contrast, cocaine makes you feel the same way you usually feel, but a lot better. It ups the level a bit. Heroine takes you to a whole different place. Not the same deal, at all.

Since then I have a very healthy respect for the power of those drugs. It's the fear of coming out the other end that keeps me away from them.

 

[thomsbrain]

i heard someone who kicked it say "it is god in a drug. i can't even talk about it."