We were cooking up black tar heroin at his place. It was early in my junkie career and I didn’t yet know how to hit my vein with the needle. My friend was there to help. As he sucked up the hot black liquid with a syringe, I told him I wanted to do my half in two shots. He asked what for, why not slam it all at once? Why not, I thought. He slid the needle into my arm, my blood flooded in and he pushed the plunger. A hot wave rushed through me. Nausea. I was so tired. The world closed in. I slid off the couch and everything went black.
