Heroin turns you into a vampire. I mean real heroin - the stuff that you cannot find anymore in the United States, as open borders become hardened once again, and since the Regime lost its toehold in Central Asia.

Fentanyl turns you into the walking dead and kills you - but its not the same. And the people who slam Fentanyl into their veins almost certainly caught the habit from pills or from real heroin. And now Fentanyl is all they can get.

When you inject heroin the first time - it matters if you inject it, snorting it or smoking it isn’t the same phenomenon and doesn’t cause the same transformation - you get violently ill. Its like the person you were previously is dying. Something essential about yourself is being wrecked, or vacating your body by way of some metaphysical trauma. But when it passes, its fantastically euphoric - like being in a dream that is entirely lucid.

Hollywood movies always feature corny dialog, where some minor or major character declares that shooting heroin is, ‘‘like sex’’. That is how you know whoever wrote the dialog is a lame and they never did heroin. Heroin is nothing like ‘‘sex’’. Having sex with a girl is a very physical thing that you experience with another person. Heroin is in many respects the precise opposite - heroin takes place within yourself. It takes you out of human society. And the euphoria isn’t ‘‘orgasmic’’ nor primarily physical. People only say that because lames - especially of a certain age - have been convinced by legacy media and goofy, bourgeoisie conventions that ‘‘sex’’ is somehow the ultimate experience or sensation, thus they reason that junkies act the way they do because they’re engaged in something that is, ‘like sex’.