Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!”
The first and only time I tried heroin.
Bored kids, Friday night… “hey my brother can score!”
I thought he meant weed… “fuck yeah.”
An hour later I have a needle in my arm… I HATE needles!
Being violently sick, hugging the toilet bowl.
How many hours… I don’t know.
They tried to get me to move… I couldn’t.
They tried to get me to eat… I wouldn’t.
Coming down wasn’t fun either.
I felt sick, wrong… broken.
I wanted it to end… NOW!
I wanted to die… quickly.
The next day I lost all respect for him
He stared at me to see my reaction… “same again?”
My mind flashed back to the toilet… “are you nuts?”
I had the out I needed… “Uh, this isn’t going to work out.”
I haven’t seen him since.