JUNKe Life


Take care of your lungs…
May 30, 2007, 1:44 am
Filed under: Good Stuff

I have a friend and the last time he visited he brought his little bottle of ammonia.

According to this video apparently that is not a good way to make freebase.

You can make base-coke with ammonia or with natrium bi carbonate. Making base-coke with ammonia can cause serious damage to your lungs. You can also cook your cocaine with natrium bi carbonate. Cooking it this way will save your lungs from serious damage.

Freebase using natrium bi carbonate
I’ll have to tell my friend and maybe the next time he visits we’ll break out the natrium bi carbonate.

Now where’s that cigarette?!?



When it rains it pours…
May 26, 2007, 12:44 pm
Filed under: JUNKe life

Aha, a spring shower! The sun is shinning. The storm had broken.

Last week I was immersed in dark, gloomy clouds of desperation. So much so we had to fork out $200 for a measly 20 pills; then dole them out inadequately just to keep those dreaded pains of withdrawal at bay.

Now we have hundreds of the damn things and they didn’t set us back a penny. And no, we don’t have a prescriptions. We’re just damn lucky junkies, fortunate enough to know some good people who treat us compassionately. Amazing, yet true.

It’s so ironic. We know dozens of so-called drug buddies, whom we’ve shot dope with, gone through dope scoring adventures with, and generally consider to be, well, almost friends. And yet they would make us crawl through back out onto the street to shoplift enough crap to make a couple bucks to meet the inflated purchase price of the pills they’re selling. Literally make us risk incarceration rather than let slide a couple of bucks! Let alone let a couple bucks go as a front. So much for solidarity…

Whereas, we have non-drug using acquaintances who will go out of their way to help us when they can.

Spring Shower

And so there’s nothing quite like a glorious Spring Shower, when the Sun bursts through the clouds, and the rain falls to sooth and cleanse us struggling critters. Ah, it’s marvelous! It makes me want to dance naked in the pouring rain.



Dope dream… even the subconscious kicks in
May 22, 2007, 1:28 am
Filed under: JUNKe life

I had a dope dream last night. Obviously even my subconscious is preoccupied with thinking about getting dope because of the distressing fact that we really don’t have much.  Well, not much to speak of anyhow.  However, despite the distress, it was quite a pleasant dream…

I was with a couple friends walking along a city street.  Suddenly I realized I was beside a school.  It seemed like my high school. Immediately I remembered I had a big stash inside my locker, a big stash of pills and pre-mixed needles.  I broke away from the street and burst through the doors, up the stairs to the floor where my locker was.  While ascending the stairs, I remembered school had been out for sometime, and that I hadn’t bothered to clear out my locker by the time limit for doing so. Damn! in all likelihood my locker would be bare.  Drugs gone. Confiscated! All that dope taken away.  Next I was in a room which was like a principle’s office.  In plain view on the counter was a big sheet of cardboard upon which was laid out my whole stash. A lot of pills and several needles already pre-loaded – everything I wanted (needed!).  The cardboard was covered in shrink-wrap plastic. The woman behind the desk looked up at me, and pointing to the drugs, I said “That’s mine. I should be able to have my drugs!”. At that the woman left the room through a rear door, obviously going to inform somebody that I had come to claim my stuff. Without missing a beat, I scooped up the cardboard, and split out the door, and headed down the stairs to freedom outside.

At that point I woke up. It was actually quite a pleasant dream, and of course, filled with excitement that I had suddenly come upon a great big bunch of drugs that was mine.   It was as if my drug supply problem was solved.  Alas, I woke to a very different reality. We’ve so little stuff that we have to carefully dole out every little bit, counting our consumption like misers. In fact, in order to see  me though tonight I’ve actually squirted 10 needles of saved wash into a little cup, added real cold water, and drank it down in one gulp. I figure each fit-full of wash had about 10 mg of morphine within it. So a cumulative 100 mg or so, I hope.   If so, that will get me through to the morning.  And I’ll drink some more washes again.

The pressure is mounting.  The end (of our meager backup stash) is getting near.  I wonder if, maybe tonight, I’ll have a nightmare instead?



Flushing cash down our veins…
May 20, 2007, 8:15 pm
Filed under: JUNKe life

Well, the dude who said he’d sell us his whole re-supply (costs him $300) for a mere $100 profit wasn’t home.  And he wasn’t home again.  And again.   Turns out he’d split for the entire May 24th weekend, which is usually a big party weekend in Canada.

So, we found ourselves in a bit of a pickle.  Our regular dealers were out for awhile, which forced us to rely on the super-rip-off artists who never budge on their ridiculously high prices.  The mercilessly gouge their customers because they know its only the super-desperate who come to them.  And everyone comes to them eventually.

Their price for oranges, the 60 mg MSConin, is $10.   We usually get them for $1, and even have people who give (give!) them to us by the dozens for nothing.   Their price for grays, the 100 mg MSConin, is $20.  Normally we never pay more than $7 for them.

Anyhow, $200 later we walk out with 20 oranges – just barely enough for a normal day, if that!

We are just a week ahead of the game.  Its only a few more days and we’ll be able to get all we need at our normally cheap prices.  But until then, we’ll be flushing cash – and lots of it – down our veins.  Damn, damn, damn, there go the savings!



Absolutely fascinating concept – Passively Multiplayer Online – life as a game!
May 19, 2007, 1:00 pm
Filed under: Good Stuff

Yesterday as I surfed around for more into on Bill Burroughs I came upon a blog page about Justin Hall’s visit to Lawrence, Kansas in 1996. If you’re not familiar with Justin Hall he is one of bloggings most prominent personalities. Justin began blogging back in the earliest days of the World Wide Web, and his blot, links.net, was a hugely popular, highly intimate record of Justin’s living adventures. I read his blog frequently, and had actually read his piece about Burrough’s many years ago.

I had stopped reading links.net a few years back, round about when he moved to Japan, even though Justin continued blogging from there (of course!). After reading over his Burroughs’ piece again, I decided to catch up, and clicked on the homepage link. Surprisingly, it didn’t look like links.net whatsoever. It turned out Justin stopped regular blogging a couple years ago.

Bill Burroughs and Justin Hall

Justin is the dude on the left

So, what’s he up to these days? Well, he’d always had a big interest in gaming. In fact, he’d worked for a year or two at Gamers.com and later he contributed to Game Girl Advance. Now, it seems, he has been developing a game himself (well, him and some of his cool, geeky pals). And not surprisingly, given Justin’s hyper-interest in the web, the game he’s invented has everything to do with the web. And again, given his populist soul, everyone can be a player.

The game is called Passively Multiplayer Online Game (PMOG) and it’s basic gameplay consists of its players web browsing. It’s really just as simple as that, with a few tricks and treats thrown in for good measure. All that is required to play is a sense of adventure, and a simple little Firefox add-on. I signed up right away. After all, I’ve got a fairly heavy web surfing habit so this game is right down my alley.

Passively Multiplayer poster

You can read a whole lot more about Passively Multiplayer here at the game site. Read some of the larger theory documents about the game to really get a sense of where its creators are coming from. Of course, PMOG has its own Wiki.



Scraping bottom of barrel…
May 18, 2007, 3:41 pm
Filed under: JUNKe life

Shit, times are getting rough!

We’ve got to get from now to a week from now and our cupboard is running pretty dry.

For the past couple days we’ve been cooking up 5mg Statex pills.   20 pills into the spoon, crush ’em up, and add a whole bunch of water.  The return isn’t so great because it is so damn chalky with so many pills necessary to add up to a 100mg hit.   But what’s the alternative?

There isn’t an alternative right now.   I phoned up an out-of-town friend hoping they might be able to score a little earlier this month.  And in fact, this friend has already gotten a script and tried to fill it.  But it was three weeks earlier then usual and the pharmacists noted that.  So the pharmacist said the friend would have to wait two more weeks at least until the script would be filled.  Shit!  Close, but no cigar.

A couple days ago we tried a local dealer.  The prices are high, we what is money when dope desperation sets in, right?  Anyhow, the dealer said they’d be being resupplied in a few days (now today!) and that they’d sell us everything they get for $300 for $400 to us.  It could end up being a good deal.  Or it could end up at a bunch of bullshit.   We’ll soon find out.  Hopefully we’ll obtain at least more pills in this bulk deal then we would buying them at the single pill price.  But who knows?   We don’t trust that the dealer is really intending to hand over everything for a simple bulk deal, but that’s what they’re saying they’re gonna do.

Let’s say its one hundred pills.   Maybe the dealer only makes $300 over cost by selling them as singles?   So, they put out $300 and then make back $600 for a $300 profit for having dozens of people flocking by their place over the next few weeks.   However, instead of all that hassle they’ll just sell it all to us for $400.   Selling to us in bulk they’ll end up with $200 less then if they’d sold them singles, but they might feel it’s worth it because it is so quick and so less risky doing a one time deal.

No doubt the dealers will keep half of what they get and sell us the other half, telling us its their whole amount.  No doubt they don’t pay $300 to being with like they say, but only $200, or $150.  But I don’t really give a damn about that so long as I end up with more dope at the end of the day then if I was paying their outrageous single pill prices.

This is the first time in two years we’ve found ourselves having to take whatever deal we can.  Usually we’re way ahead of the eight-ball and our cupboards are full, full, full with lots of supply.   But the inevitable junk monkey has caught up with us, and we’re scrambling like most addicts do.  Grabbing whatever we can when we can because we’ve got to.

We just have to make it through this coming week.  Just stave off the sickness for a week.  It is gonna cost us dearly to do so.  However, it’s just for a week.  Most junkies face the desperation game every damn day!   When we get through this week, we’ll be back in the saddle again.  But this horse is a tricky ride, and we’re gonna have to reign her in, and do it soon.  Otherwise, she’s going to gallop away,  and we’ll be left so high, so dry, and very sick.



The truth , the whole truth, and nothing but the truth…
May 18, 2007, 1:57 pm
Filed under: Good Stuff

In 1953 William S. Burroughs first novel, Junkie, was published.

The book’s Introduction captures junk reality bang on. No wonder its subtitled “Testimony Concerning a Sickness”.

The pyramid of junk, one level eating the level below (it is no accident that junk higher-ups are always fat and the addict in the street is always thin) right up to the top or tops since there are many junk pyramids feeding on peoples of the world and all built on basic principles of monopoly:

1–Never give anything away for nothing.
2–Never give more than you have to give (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait).
3–Always take everything back if you possibly can.

The Pusher always gets it all back. The addict needs more and more junk to maintain a human form…buy off the Monkey.

Junk is the mold of monopoly and possession. The addict stands by while his junk legs carry him straight in on the junk beam to relapse. Junk is quantitative and accurately measurable. The more junk you use the less you have and more you have the more you use.

A decent overview of the man himself is found here and here

Burroughs writes his experiences with a variety of drugs in an article submitted to The British Journal of Medicine in 1956.