Addiction

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
you couldn't be too arty, but also you had to utilise an untold amount of synonyms for genitals.

Have you tried "cunt" and "cock"? They get the idea across fairly effectively and most English-speakers will know what they mean.
 

Murphy

cat malogen
Common sense prevails. John Marks deserves a mention

 

woops

is not like other people
well it strikes me that guy is very strong willed or strong minded and says some good/funny stuff but he doesn't come out and say, if the programs/counsellors whatever are helping you then that's good.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Also, it's not just the drug is it, it's the way the whole system was set up to prescribe it in just too small doses but limit access, perfect storm for addiction.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
In my experience the way you get most fucked is when you can't get quite enough of something and you're chasing thst high.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
When I sold my flat in Hackney and packed up all the furniture, I had already made a plan to check into a local bijou hotel and for my dealer to bring round £1000 pounds worth of heroin plus some crack. Those days of just locking ourselves away and having a seemingly infinite supply of gear (until we had to reload two or three times) I still remember very fondly. Though I don't really remember them at all. The point is when there is a surfeit it's fine, when there's not it's when you start getting desperate.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
Also, it's not just the drug is it, it's the way the whole system was set up to prescribe it in just too small doses but limit access, perfect storm for addiction.
Massive adverts in doctors' waiting rooms, featuring happy, healthy, attractive and not remotely junkie-ish looking people, saying "Ask your doctor today about Opie-Yummiez, the highly effective and totally harmless new painkiller from Purdue."
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
When I sold my flat in Hackney and packed up all the furniture, I had already made a plan to check into a local bijou hotel and for my dealer to bring round £1000 pounds worth of heroin plus some crack. Those days of just locking ourselves away and having a seemingly infinite supply of gear (until we had to reload two or three times) I still remember very fondly. Though I don't really remember them at all. The point is when there is a surfeit it's fine, when there's not it's when you start getting desperate.
That period was terrible, moved back in with my parents but needed gear. Rang my guy in London and he said he would deliver to the Oxfordshire countryside but minimum order was 1k... I was flush and soon he was coming every other day. Sneaking out my parents house almost every evening to grab a macdonalds milkshake cup filled to the brim with bags of skag.
When I say terrible I mean great obviously.
 
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