Combat Rock

Krist had turned into a narc. He called a friend’s job and said they were stealing medicine from them, he called another friend’s doctor and told them he was selling his medication. Allegedly he called the cops and made up some bullshit too. I didn’t know what was exactly true but my one friend quit their job and the other friend got a new doctor. No one got fucked except Krist, who had only accomplished giving himself a bad name, receiving death threats, and losing his bestfriend. At this point I started going down to DC to hang out with some friends of mine who had gotten injured in the army. A lot of kids are coming back from Iraq fucked up, physically and mentally. Stick them in a small depressing room on or off base at a hospital with no friends, nothing to do, and easy access to drugs and alcohol and you get a lot of drug addicts and alcoholics.

My tolerance was getting ridiculous. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t even really feel anything more than not sick with just a little bit of that warmth. I tried shooting heroin on top of my methadone, doing large doses of morphine with it, even tried mixing methadone with temazepam, valium, xanax, ativan, anything, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was time to be sick for a little while in order to reduce my tolerance. From experience and from what I’ve read I know that even a week off would lower my tolerance. On days when I didn’t smoke weed I finally started to really notice and appreciate how much cannabis potentiates opiates. This is a fact that is documented in medical studies.

There is so much more to tell and I will, be patient.