When examining the daily life of a heroin addict it’s clear that not every heroin addict lives the same lifestyle, but it’s safe to say that a common thread runs among most heroin users.
There are some exceptions. There are very well-off business owners and CEOs who use heroin daily.
众多成功的成瘾者被称为高功劳的海洛因瘾君子and live a very different lifestyle from the工作室海洛因瘾君子who will typically be supporting their habit through a blue collar job.Working class addicts typically have a 9-5 job at McDonald’s, and live a very different lifestyle from the third type of addict which is thestruggling heroin addictalternating between homelessness and couch-surfing.
Today I’ll be talking about the last lifestyle on the list because that’s the life that I lived that’s closest to what people think of when they contemplate海洛因瘾君子.
Wealthy business owners don’t have to resort to the petty activities that I had to do to support my habit because they’re able to buy the drug in bulk and ensure that they never run out.
That’s not very interesting, is it?
Disclaimer: I don’t condone or support any of the following activities, and certainly wish that I hadn’t believed them to be necessary at the time. However, they make for a great story, as well as a solid reminder of why you shouldn’t start using heroin.
The morning: 0900-1200
早晨始终击中或错过，到第n学位。早上有两种可能性会问候我：
- 选项1：I would wake up with a little bit of heroin leftover – just enough to get through the withdrawals. In these cases, I’d wake up imbued with a deep sense of appreciation for my thoughtfulness the night before.Waking up ill is terrible, but there’s also something special about being able to smoke away a serious sickness that I’ll never get to experience again. Usually I’d only have the initial symptoms of withdrawal – chills, shivers, watery eyes, a waterfall of a nose, and general malaise – and being able to inhale a thick cloud of smoke and feel all those symptoms evaporate before I’d blown out the toke was, in a sense, a great way to start the day. It was akin to the morning yoga sessions I do now, but the sensation of relief and relaxation was immediate instead of a gradual buildup through the use of different yoga poses.
- Option 2:I would wake up with no dope left over. These mornings were bad. Instead of waking up with a self-appreciation bordering on narcissism, I’d wake up and curse myself for being a selfish P.O.S. and frantically search the room for猫头鹰(吸管或笔管被转换成smoking utensils) that might have heroin resin on them.Finding a leftover hooter would propel me into a state of sheer bliss, but that was a rare occurrence. I tended to clear the resin from my hooters immediately after it was visible. In the case that I had no dope, I’d spend an hour or so texting, calling, emailing, and messaging friends, family, drug dealers, and anyone else who still included me in their circle to either lend me money, buy old furniture I’d pulled out of dumpsters, or front me drugs. Somehow, I tended to have good luck with this.
There was sometimes the third option – I’d have a large pile of dope left over. Unless I was working at the time, this only happened when I was able to splurge the night before and spend more than I was usually able to.
The afternoon: 1200-1700
Given that it was an average morning, and I hadn’t been prosperous enough to procure copious amounts of heroin the night before, I’d be looking for heroin or acquiring funds to do so by noon. Usually, I’d start a lot earlier, but it was a guarantee that I’d be out and about by noon, looking for funding.
Daytime was bright. That meant there wasn’t a lot of room for ‘jobs’ that paid off big because these were usually illegal and required the camouflage of moonlight instead of the glaring reveal of sunlight. So what options did that leave me?
Usually, I’d panhandle on the highway. That was my main source of income when I wasn’t working. With a cardboard sign – and a guitar when I was in a good mood and had had my morning toke – I’d be able to rack up enough money to score within an hour.
一旦我制造现金，我就会制作破折号。下午的大部分时间都将从我的药物经销商的地方回来，以便在夕阳可能之前囤积持续的海洛因，所以我不必担心reloadingin the morning.
Somehow I always managed to make it back to the panhandling spot with just as little heroin as I’d come there with – strange.
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The evening: 1800-2200
Evenings were the best part of the day. Without the evenings, I probably would have wisened up and stopped using heroin a lot sooner, because the addiction would have been meaningless. The evenings allowed me to at least color the moments between the mundane afternoons spent panhandling and the dreadful awakenings in the morning.
I’d usually have enough dope to relax for the evening and smoke it with my friends. Or fellow drug users. It’s hard to label someone as a friend when you’re an addict – though I now consider some of the people I shared my addiction with treasured comrades since we fought such a difficult battle together.
Anyway, this was the part of the day when all of the ‘chill junkies’ would gather together and philosophize, play music, write, sing songs, and talk about how we couldn’t wait to stop using heroin. If anyone were to walk in on us, they wouldn’t have had any suspicion that we were heroin addicts. The evenings were great.
The Night: 2300-0700
The night was usually a time for heinous criminal activities – but only if I hadn’t nodded off sometime in the evening. When the sun was well and truly set, and the city was cloaked with darkness, we’d seize the opportunity to take jobs offered to us by our dealers.
I’ll say now that I never did any criminal activity that physically harmed anyone or ruined anyone’s life (though I was certainly well acquainted with people who sustained themselves off of that kind of crime). I did, however, have a truck and a couple of fellow users who were always keeping an eye out for valuables that could be ‘easily relocated to a more profitable area.’
We’d spend the night driving around, looting construction sites and testing the locks on various establishments. Sometimes we’d get a good haul, sometimes we wouldn’t. Always, though, we’d justify our thefts by blaming the victim’s faulty security systems. We thought we were encouraging the city to tighten up their security.
任何夜晚，我们做了一份工作，我们都不会睡觉。我们通常会在日出之前出去驾驶，此时我们会分开 - 如果不是害怕警察，因为害怕阳光照亮我们的Haggard面孔，并且不得不与我们的Haggard弟兄们联系。
If only I’d had a crystal ball and foreseen my future. I’d have certainly taken a different path than the one that led me toheroin addiction. Though I have no regrets – my addiction helped me grow into the person that I am, and made it possible for me to write articles like these for a living while I help other struggling addicts overcome their problems – I’m a different person now. I can look back on my habit not quite with fondness, but with a strange appreciation and a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I’ve already been to rock bottom and will never have to go back.
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