(April 11, 2017 at 12:05 am)Faith No More Wrote: "Lab grade"? What, you mean like the actiqs or the patches? Street fentanyl wasn't a thing when I was using, but the pharmaceutical stuff came around a lot. It gave me one of the worst hangovers I've ever had.
Most, if not all, of the fentanyl used to cut heroin comes from illicit dealers in China and/or the Middle East. It's not "lab grade" fentanyl so one gram of the illicit fentanyl might not be quite as pure (therefore not as potent) as one gram of pharmaceutical or lab grade fentanyl.
What I mean is that I got fentanyl in powdered/crystalline form that was from a research lab somewhere in the Midwest. Sort of like getting crystalline LSD before its converted into a liquid mixture and soaked onto blotter paper. Basically fentanyl synthesized with permission of the US government but not yet converted into patches or pills by pharmaceutical companies. I was getting batches of fentanyl before big pharma companies got their hands on it (though I'm not sure if this lab was specifically supplying any companies or if they were making it just for research purposes).
(April 11, 2017 at 12:05 am)Faith No More Wrote: Yeah, the guy I used to get oxy from would shoot up benzos and opiates all of the time. He mixed all kinds of crazy things with oxy and would save all of his cotton balls. Then, when he couldn't find any drugs, he would melt down all of his used cotton balls that probably contained about 5-10 different drugs and shoot that up.That's crazy.
People do crazy shit with drugs. All the while that I abused opiates I had a large prescription for ativan. I'm probably lucky that I didn't get sick, but I never hit the opiates very hard. I developed a daily habit for a little bit, but it was small doses.
Did you go on suboxone?
And no but they did give us tramadol and small amounts of buprenorphine, which is in Suboxone, in the detox center.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
