I have written many times that instead of becoming a junkie, I should have, oh, you know… gone into medicine.
This might not make sense.
I use the term “junkie” very specifically. Syringes, vein puncture, the spoon, all the fallen caps & the wondrous crimson cloud. For example, my last stint in drug bliss… I was an intranasal meth user. 2 years approximately. I didn’t then, nor do I now, looking back, consider that ‘being a junkie’.
A couple of years before that, I was shooting the purest ice [meth] one could ever dissolve in saline in a spoon, daily, for two years. This is junkie behaviour.
Simply, junkie = syringes.
I like the spike. I am or was that person who would shoot innocuous saline [with no physical 'high' value] when I ran out of drugs, just to witness the crimson cloud.
And now we get to the crimson cloud. Oh, the lovely lovely… I am getting chills just by thinking about it… crimson cloud.
How to define it to do it justice?
