Irish Heroin Addiction

So im up against heroin addiction and what the hell can i do ? Where is my life headed and where will i be in ten years if i fail to beat this problem into submission?.......These are questions i find myself asking myself alot .

It all started in Boston at the age of sixteen with a cocaine addiction that could , in one night based on the intake amount , probably take down Robin Williams in his mid thirties(His cocaine days)!! And thats an honest statement because i really feel no need in fabricating anything in this unknown article that may never be read by a single soul but myself! Im as you could have guessed Irish and was born in County Galway , Ireland and moved with my family at the age of four to the projects of South Boston , MA. I grew up fighting in the neighborhood with other kids that years later turned out to be some of my best friends and worst enemies.

It all started really with what starts up most people ...CURIOUSITY!! Of course like most people it started with alcohol and weed at the tender age of ten. I would pay for weed and get a tiny amount from the older kids in the neighborhood and then also smoke it with them. They also enjoyed having me around because i could provoke alot of laughter when i was high. Between the ages of ten and fifteen i mostly drank heavily , smoked heavily , and took hundreds of tabs of acid in that small span of time as i young irish punk trying to rebel against anything that conformed. On an average night you could find me with a bunch of kids in their late teens , hangin out in the projects and causin trouble. We all were very close because our families were very tight knit. It is in alot of ways a great place to grow up if you stay on the right side of the bars.

When i hit the age of sixteen i discovered cocaine . I was hangin out with a friend doing ecstacy and he asked me if i wanted to buy some coke with the hundred bucks i had . I ended up spending the whole hundred bucks on an eight ball. This time in life i was getting what i paid for because i was very assertive with people and wasnt afraid to start throwing fists over the smallest little thing. As time went on i developed a strong liking towards the cocaine and started robbing people at bank vestebules late at night with a small little 22 berretta pistol. I was one of the only kids in the hood that was that young stickin people up. I found that to be a great high in its own right. I always associated it with the high from the drug due to the close proximity in time between getting the money and then sniffing the coke. It was a fun time in my life and i managed never to get caught and thrown in prison.

As time went on i started using prescription drugs to come down from the coke instead of alcohol. It was that whole instant gratification complex. More and more i started enjoying coming of the coke with pain killers and soon realized i liked the high from the pain killers more. I was working in this sub shop making grilled sandwiches with another kid from the hood and he asked me if i had ever tried heroin. I told him i had not, but i did enjoy oxy contin alot and that i was actually using it to come down of coke and realized i liked that high more. He explained to me that heroin was stronger than the oxy's and a hell of alot cheaper. Almost instantly i decided that i wanted to get some and that i wanted to get some that day . When we got off work his buddie pauly showed up and picked us up. We called the Dominican dealer and went out to the colored ghetto to copp some . After we got it we drove to the park and i broke out a phat line of the shit and sniffed it up immediatly. I was wrecked or what people in Boston called being JAMMED!! I got a huge gagging drip of this amazing white dope down the back of my throat. I was fucked up every way but sunday and knew that this was my drug. Every time i got money from that day on it went to heroin and the occasional jr bacon cheesburger and side of fries. Put it this way ....i was 17 when that happened and im 22 now while i type this and still in the throws of this addiction , im actually high right now and the only difference is that i live on the west coast now and the dope is black tarr. Oh and i almost forgot the part about the needle.

One day back in Boston , while doing some dope i realized that the stuff was kind of weak and was not getting me as high as it normally would so i mentioned it to my buddie who had already been shooting the stuff since he was thirteen. He offered to shoot me up with the shit and i quickly jumped on board with the idea. He set it up for me and injected it into my arm and the second that needle came out of my arm it smashed me like a mack truck hittin a kitten. Pardon the shitty analogy but thats the only way to explain that first time shootin up and im quite surprised i even remember it. I felt like i was on a pink cloud in the heavens sittin next to god...chillin!!! Pardon another shitty analogy.

I quickly developed a huge habbit and found myself stickin people up left and right and also rippin people off when they wanted me to get them some.I turned into everything i hated ....a straight junkie that was useless without his heroin. As time went on i realized the fucked up nature of what i was doing and where i was headed. Soon enough i wound up tossing and turning in a prison cell at the essex county house of corrections , dope sick beyond belief!!

So you may ask yourself "whats the point to all this shit i read about some junkies life in boston ?" . Well , this junkie knows the two places you will end up if you use heroin and continue to use heroin .......IN PRISON OR IN A CASKET!!! So DONT USE HEROIN YOU FUCKHEAD OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEGATIVELY EFFECTS YOU OR THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU!!!

Feel Free contacting me about any questions you have @ corey.bashaw@yahoo.com sincerely the HEROIN WIZARD