When I would finally come home after a week or two of being MIA, and pass out for the next 27 hours, she would obviously search through my belongings. Regardless of why I was doing the drugs I was doing, the drug paraphernalia was always a dead give away to my mother on how bad I really was. I had to always do it myself, to ensure that every shot was made “up to par.” The setup process was more than often half the fun of it all. Drug paraphernalia was all the same, the spoon, the lighter, the touch of water, the ritual.
It’s funny how we always say “well I would never do THAT” until the day comes when we can’t get high anymore UNLESS we do that. It all started out the same, blowing lines with straws, and then moving down the ranks to the little stemmed pipe, until I graduated at the lowest of the class and started to shoot it. The new syringe every time eventually turned into one two week old needle that was dull and had a weak pull, and the water to mix it with developed into puddle water, toilet water, and there was that one time I had to use spit (it didn’t go so well). After a time when I no longer cared what I was even shooting into my body, I dropped the spoon and lighter and just started using bottle caps, and the filters from cigarettes. Then the tools became the same for the crack, I had the spoon, the lighter, and just added a piece of cotton and a syringe to the mix. However, since addiction is progressive, slowly but surely, I became more willing to use needles. When that stopped working, and the heroin was introduced, the basic essentials were around the same as the ones used for cocaine, as I had promised myself I was only going to sniff it. Then when I started smoking them, it became gutted pens and tin foil. I immediately skipped over the idea of eating them because I wanted a harder, faster high, so right from the jump, I was using the straws, razor blades and mirrors to get my fix. I am, however, grateful that I never started to shoot crack because a bottle of vinegar would have never fit into my crown royal bag alongside everything else I already carried in there. God, I tell you I was a walking felony charge. The pennies and razor blades would be eternally caked with residue, so when I ran out of money I could spend hours scraping the sides to try to get just a little bit to smoke.
I always had a burnt spoon in my possession at all times… what an idiot. Next came the pennies and razor blades and a skinny metal rod with a pokey end. Depending on my mood, and where I was getting high at, I would have several lighters strewn about my belongings, and I would always make sure to buy a new one before my evening began. Now we had to add a whole new plethora of items into the bag. I could also always be found with at least one razor blade (the hoard increased as my crack days came into play) and at all times, some form of a mirror or a smooth, non-porous book that I could use as a surface to lay out lines on. For example, I tried to avoid using dollar bills because they are filthy, so I always had a stockpile of straws cut into little 3 inch pieces. If you were an avid cocaine user such as myself, there were probably a variety of items you kept on you at all times to ensure you could be prepared wherever you went. As I look back on my past, I realize how absolutely insane I was, and I am sometimes in shock when I think about how much the ritual really was a huge aspect of my addiction. If I had ever been searched by the police, I could have easily been locked away for a long time. Keep in mind, I have a type A personality, and can be a bit of a germaphobe as well, so while I was usually stocked to the teeth with various paraphernalia, many people may not have been this anal retentive about their equipment. And then I always carried around a little crown royal bag to carry the REAL necessities. I carried one purse for all of my day to day items like a wallet, sunglasses, cell phone, chapstick, etc. By the time my active using had reached its pinnacle, I would need to carry around a separate bag to contain all the tools and items needed in order to properly get high.
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Remember the good old days when drug paraphernalia simply meant a burnt out roach or a little glass pipe to smoke some pot in? Those were the simpler times before my addiction exploded into the full force monster it eventually became. “Drug paraphernalia” is a term to denote any equipment, product, accessory or material that is modified for making, using or concealing drugs, typically for recreational purposes.
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