These are my stories about Jake. Jake is like me, or i am like him, i'm not quite sure which is which anymore. Jake is the epitome of me, inside. Things I have such a hard time expressing, Jake has no trouble with. Things that I am scared to try, Jake has already done. As my alter ego, Jake is my outlet to the world. He sees, hears, and experiences things more real than I could ever hope to understand.
Here are my letters to the only girl I have ever loved. For all to see. I put them here for a reason. So that others may learn from the pain that I have gone through.
As the warm rush of heroine surges through my veins, I reminisce of a time long forgotten, a time when I didn't have to depend on drugs, a time I was happy, all of the times I was with you. You were the reason I was alive So after you left, I had to turn to something. It felt so good, so good I didn't think about you. But now I feel dead. I'm cold again, time to shoot up again, I miss you, Still.
After the initial effects, abusers usually will be drowsy for several hours. Mental function is clouded by heroin's effect on the central nervous system. Cardiac functions slow. Breathing is also severely slowed, sometimes to the point of death. Heroin overdose is a particular risk on the street, where the amount and purity of the drug cannot be accurately known.