Ok, now I know if I ever find myself spending April Fool's Night with an addict again it's really important to set boundaries. Like, please don't shoot up in my bathroom, yes, you can have all the Oreos, the whole box, go ahead and no, even though it's my favorite, I'm not gonna eat the donut you stole for me as a surprise, but it was sweet of you, I guess.
It's also vital to include a dead body disclaimer before answering, "Promise you won't call the cops," before you see or hear what's next. And most importantly, if a junkies high enough, he'll roll up his sleeves and show you the fresh blood tracks, so don't ask unless you're sure you want to see. Not April Foolin.
I also found that hood (even when visiting) pranks aren't the dollar-taped-to-a-fishin-line-kind. They're a little extreme, ranging in severity. Some are just intentionally mean, like facebooking you're goin on a date just to piss off your girlfriend, others, more upsetting like, "Just talked to my lawyer, they wanna give me 5 minimum, 10 max. Fuck my life right now." NROTFLMAO
But worst are texts, "WTF Lindsey fell out man." "I can't wake her up. I think she's dead." "What do I do?! Should I call the cops? Man" "She won't wake up! If she's dead, I'm dead." That, my friends, is a junkie joke. April Fools.
I saw a post about casien: (edited) 'So you think you're addicted to dairy products? The main protein in dairy is casein. It has a drug like effect on calfs' brains to ensure they remain bonded to mom for nutrients. During digestion casein breaks apart into opoids called casomorphins.'
Casein-free diets are recommended for some and I'd give anything if this were my addiction problem. Clogged arteries may lead to eventual demise but your moms not gonna find you dead on the bedroom floor after drinkin one glass too many. The prisons aren't full of milk dealers. If all my beloved addicts were addicted to milk, I'd buy a dairy farm. Milk gives you a mustache, heroin leaves track marks on your arms and brain.
True morphine addiction causes you to steal from your mother, not bond. It's great to eat wisely, but on Saturday night I knew he was shooting up, the cab was waitin in the drive, I was frozen in its' lights. Should I break the door down or scream? I was too afraid to go in and scared to death he wouldn't walk out. Compared to that, bonding for nutrients sounds pretty life sustaining. Got milk?