There was way too much excellent cocaine in the Caribbean.. and although, unlike crack, when you sniff subbie it stops you clucking, I still sniffed and not reduced.
Since the heroin drought of 2009, I’ve been getting subbies off N****. But after losing contact for a week, begging S**** for methadone and ultimately buying Brown, I’ve decided to go for it. Started withdrawing yesterday. But Tuesday, the day before, I fucked it up by sniffing 2.5mgs so I could have one more smoke.
Anyway took about 0.2gs today just to get through work.
N**** stayed over and baby sat me! Just in case it got fucked up. By 9pm I was clucking bad.
Sick even.
Took a little tester at 9pm. You have to test first. And you have to wait until your Trainspotting sick before you have a proper dose of Ibogaine.
Apparently it’s a miracle cure.
I spent the night kicking, whilst N**** slept like a baby.
I bombed it. That’s when you take a powdered substance and wrap it in rizla and swallow.
Needless to say I didn’t sleep.
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