gadzooks
Dark Matter
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I once randomly ran into a dude in a park name Gerald.
It sounds way worse than it is.
It was only about 5-6 years ago. I was on the methadone program (to get off of heroin), and doing a ton of phenazepam (a highly potent research chemical benzo), and had a few drinks in me to boot...
He handed me a pill, and said it was MDMA.
I took it without a second's hesitation.
BUT, right after I swallowed it, paranoia started kicking in (too little, too late, as it so happens).
Suddenly, I got cravings for heroin (this was right at the crux of my transition from heroin to methadone - eventually to no opiates at all years later).
So, I excused myself, but gave him my number (we were clearly neighbours, as the park at which we met was a mere block and a half away).
I called my dealer for some more down (opiates)... or was it meth? I was doing meth from time to time back then, it might have been meth. Either way, I called my dealer up and "placed my order."
Gerald called back shortly thereafter, and asked me if I wanted to meet him back at the park (only half a block away... not that big a deal in the greater scheme of things), but I said no, because when you're an addict, literally nothing matters, other than getting your next fix.
So yeah, that's my story of meeting a dude named Gerald.
