Season 2 Episode 10: Back in Action!
Added 2024-09-02 00:44:16 +0000 UTCReturn to form after a week off, things are cooking up. Stay tuned
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I hear you man, I avoided it for a long time in my teens despite being surrounded by it, but one 1500 mile move to the big city and suddenly I'm smoking crack with hobos for funsies and befriending strippers with dealer boyfriends at diners so we can cop heroin as a group for a better deal. Praise Christ we're still somehow kickin
Poon Don
2024-09-02 04:34:52 +0000 UTCTerribly sorry to hear that brother, I know your pain all too well. Fortunately my friend made it into his 30s but when my fiancee left me I was in such a pit of self-obsessed self-loathing that I forgot to check in on one of my oldest friends who was having a rough time of his own. I'll always have survivors guilt for that, as I was lucky enough to be revived out of my own overdose, but I know he's the last person who'd want me to self-flagellate over it. Again though, I know exactly how you feel. If only I'd come back to Christ sooner, I just know he would've been receptive. Perhaps he wised up quicker than I did and it was only a moment of weakness that took him out. Love and prayers to you brother, one day this will all be worth it
Poon Don
2024-09-02 04:32:00 +0000 UTCLook at how far we've come, dude. So many times we were trapped in the jaws of Lucy. I'm real sorry to hear about your friend. I lost my best friend to laced percocet. He was only 19. We must live in tribute to the fallen. Every day, we behold the beauty and salvation they couldn't grasp. If I could play God, I'd go wherever he is and grant him life again. But, I know that's dangerous thinking, to want to deify into godhood. I just can't stomach the thought that he isn't resting in eternal peace right now
green man (Colin M)
2024-09-02 03:58:17 +0000 UTCYou get it. Back in my scandalous days, my friends and I would have jam sessions at house parties and when everybody left and it was just the core group, out comes the tin foil and plastic straws. At the start, I'd have 2-3 good buddies who'd stop me from nodding off. But once everybody was lit, I'd be frozen in the most uncomfortable slouch possible. If I vomited a bit of phlegm or bile, but not full on projectile vomit, I'd just turn my head slightly to puke on the floor next to the couch armrest, and nod off again but with a little bit of bile acid burning my throat, tongue and gums. I'd be so gone and so analgesically pain-free that I wouldn't feel it until the next day. But, here we are
green man (Colin M)
2024-09-02 03:55:43 +0000 UTCThat freeze drug is 100% either heroin or fentanyl. My portly friend, may he rest in peace, passed out in his car on it once and because of the way he slept on his leg, he did near-permanent nerve damage to it. From what I understand, if you were just drunk and passed out on your leg like that, you'd shift and flop around in your sleep to readjust, rather than some silly shit like completely cutting off circulation via total inaction. Heroin sleep is deep; back when I dabbled, I fell asleep in some truly ridiculous back and neck contortions and woke up in an identical posture. There was hell to pay the next day. You guys rule, keep killin it/big up dem bless π―π°π€ππ―π°π―
Poon Don
2024-09-02 03:43:23 +0000 UTC
