It's poisonous element finally bear to its over powering force. They succumb to a life of slavery as its addictive qualities take over, blurring the lines of reality.
Thankfully it was never my poison. I was able to use three times a week, although intravenously, taking kractom on the smack free days
This day the gear must have been particularly strong. However my friend did not get to the levels of intoxication I did.
We banged up, and it finally killed my speed high. I had probably been awake for 3 or 4 days . I found myself dosing into a warm heroin hug, slowly rocking me into a light slumber which would ultimately turn into a deep, 24 hour sleep.
The rabbits would remained in their two story sleeping cage, not let out at 8am. They and the cats would remain without food. I hate myself for this behaviour. Especially as I now know my beloved Tsega was dying of cancer.
Drifting into my slumber I began to dream. Suddenly I gasped for air, almost panic stricken at my apparent ability to forget to breathe.
What the fuck? I had gone at least 30 seconds without taking a breath. I began to dose again, only for my forgetfulness to strike again.
Shit! I was clearly close to overdosing. I was aware a heroin overdose resulted in unconsciousness, and now I knew it was from stopping breathing.
Frightened death was looming, but too wacked out to act as a rational person would, I forced myself to remain awake until the buzz eased off.
One breathe in, two out, three in, I forced myself to count until the heavy intoxication eased.
Only then could I fall asleep
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