I lied to my friends and got them hooked on heroin.

Back in high school, I had a few friends that were really into heroin. They were always talking about how much they loved it, how much it helped them relax, how much it opened them up to new experiences and sensations. They would often drop hints about it and would tell me how much better they felt after using. <br><br>I had tried it myself for a short while, and had come to the conclusion that I really didn’t like it. But my friends loved it and were always talking about it, and I didn’t want to be left out. I didn’t have any money, so I asked if they would give me some, and they said they didn’t have any. <br><br>I offered to buy some from them, and they said they got it from other people. So I asked if I could meet these people and buy some from them, and they said they didn’t know if that would be alright with them. <br><br>One of my friends said he would go with me to meet them, and he gave me his dealer’s phone number. I called the number, but I didn’t have a stash yet, so I didn’t know how much to ask for. I didn’t know if they sold in small quantities, or if they sold at all. When I asked my friends, they told me to just ask for a 10th and see what it cost. <br><br>So I dialed the number, got put on voicemail, and left a message asking for 10 grams of heroin. The voice mail guy got back to me and asked me how much I knew, and how much I wanted. I didn’t know what he meant by “how much I knew,” but I assumed he was asking how much I knew about the drug in general. I told him I thought I knew a bit, but I was still pretty new to using. <br><br>Then I told him how much I wanted, and he asked what that was for. I told him I was trying to get started with it, that I liked it a lot, that I just wanted a small amount to see what it cost so I could buy more. He told me he only sold in larger quantities, and asked me again what I was using it for. I told him I was using it regularly already and I just wanted a small amount to see what it cost so I could buy more from him. <br><br>Then he asked me again what I was using it for, and I told him I was using it to get high. He asked me again, and I told him the same thing. He asked me again, and I told him I was using it to get high. He asked me again, and I told him I was using it to get high. Then he hung up on me. <br><br>I was a bit pissed, and I assumed he had never sold to a beginner before, so he didn’t know what to say. So I called him back and told him I was using it to get high, that I liked the feeling, that I was trying to see how much it cost so I could buy more from him, and he told me he would sell me a 10th anagram for 90 bucks. And that would be a discount. <br><br>And with that, I became a drug dealer. I was already selling marijuana, and I would sometimes sell Xanax or Valium or Klonopin to people who needed it. And my friends would buy heroin from me and I would sell it to them at the same price I got it, and I would keep the difference as profit. <br><br>Heroin was a lot more complicated than pot or Xanax, because I had to buy it from someone else and they had to buy it from someone else. And when you sell pot, you just keep the money you make. But when you sell heroin, you have to keep track of how much you have, how much you gave to each person, how much you still have, how much you owe your dealer, how much you still owe them, how much you still have, how much you gave to each person, how much you still have. <br><br>This was a lot of work. And heroin was a lot more complicated than pot or Xanax, because heroin was a lot more dangerous. Heroin was a lot riskier. And it was a lot more expensive, which meant that I had a lot more money at risk. If I sold 10 grams of pot for $90, and I bought it for $20, then I made $60 off of each sale, and I only had $2 at risk in case I got caught or someone didn’t pay. If I sold 10 grams of heroin for $90, and I bought it for $60, then I made $30 off of each sale, and I had $54 at risk in case I got caught or someone didn’t pay. <br><br>But heroin was a lot more fun than pot or Xanax, and my friends loved it. And they wanted more of it, so they wouldn’t go without it. They wouldn’t stop seeing me, they wouldn’t stop talking to me, they wouldn’t stop hanging out with me. And they would always have money for me, because heroin was a lot more expensive than pot, and they didn’t mind paying more for it because they loved it so much. <br><br>They would give me their money, and I would give them the heroin, and I would keep the difference as profit, and I wouldn’t use any of it. I wouldn’t touch it. I hated it too much to risk getting caught for it, or to risk overdose and death, or to risk getting sick all the time and having sores in my mouth. I didn’t like the way it tasted or smelled, and I hated the way it made me feel. But my friends loved it, and they didn’t mind paying me the premium to get it from me. <br><br>So I was happy to oblige them. And I would always have some on hand. And they would always be coming over to my house, asking if I had any, asking if I wanted some, asking if I would sell some to them. And I always told them no to both questions, because I didn’t want any and I didn’t want to give myself the risk of getting hooked on it or catching a disease from it. And I always said yes to the third question, because I always wanted the money and I knew they always wanted the heroin. <br><br>And I made a lot of money. A lot. More than I made from selling pot, more than I made from selling Xanax, more than I made from selling Klonopin. A lot more than that. Heroin was a lot more expensive to buy, and it came in smaller quantities than pot. But my friends loved it so much that they would buy as much as they could afford, as often as they could afford it. And I always had some on hand, in case someone wanted it and didn’t have any money. Or in case someone had money but I didn’t have any. <br><br>I would keep some around, just in case, and I would always have some on me, just in case. And I made a lot of money, a lot more money than I would have made selling pot or Xanax. Heroin was a lot more expensive, but my friends loved it so much that they would do whatever it took to get their hands on some. And I was happy to oblige them, because I knew they would always have money for me, and I knew they wouldn’t stop seeing me or talking to me. <br><br>And I made a lot of money, a lot more money than I would have made selling pot or Xanax. I was always selling pot, always had some on hand. But I only sold Xanax a few times a week, and I only sold it to people I trusted. I only sold it to people I knew were telling the truth when they told me they weren’t using it to get high, when they told me they only used it to help them relax. And I only sold it to people I knew were telling the truth. <br><br>Heroin was different. Heroin was for anyone. Anyone who wanted it, I would give it to them, as long as they had the money. I didn’t care if they were using it to get high, I didn’t care if they were using it to relax, I didn’t care if they were using it to treat a medical condition. All I cared about was if they had the money, and if they did I would give it to them. And I would always have some on hand, just in case. <br><br>And I made a lot of money, a lot more money than I would have made selling pot or Xanax. I was always selling pot, always had some on hand. But I only sold Xanax a few times a week, and I only sold it to people I trusted. And heroin was even less often, only to people I knew and trusted, and only a few times a month. But I always had some on hand, and I always made a lot of money from it. A lot more money than I would have made selling pot or Xanax. <br><br>But I got caught. After a few months of dealing, I met someone new who was also interested in getting high. And I sold some to them, and they acted like they were happy, but they didn’t have any money on them. They told me they would pay me back, but I never saw them again, and I never got paid. And I realized that they were just trying to get their hands on some heroin, and they didn’t care if they paid me back. <br><br>So I contacted my dealer and told him what happened, and he told me he knew the person. And he told me he didn’t like them very much, and he asked me what they looked like. And I described them to the best of my ability, and he said