Full disclosure my ex was SEVERELY into pyrros, she started back in the original MDPeeV days and actually taught me how to source shit online. She switched as the pyrros came and went, her current love being MD Piiqp. That addiction led to the downfall of our relationship, destruction of my family and losing my home.
I've noted before that I really can't/won't source them as they've become a bitch to find. And now I outright refuse to have anything to do with those demonic psychosis p0wd3rs.
No offense to anybody who uses them. I know the battle of @ddict1on and how hard it is to maintain self restraint. With that class though it seems there is zero possibility of restraint. They destroyed the woman I loved and tore our family apart and cannot in good conscience be a part in even attempting to help someone else fall victim to the same outcome I did.
My best advise brother is take this drought and use it to clean yourself up because this is by far the most destructive class I've ever witnessed first hand. I mean there's also people stuck on ultra potent RC 0pi0ds, but I like to think they at least know what they're doing to themselves and families. People in pyrro psychosis think everybody is against them and that every innocent bystander, whether they try to intervene or not, is out to get them or a direct threat to them. They have no more rational thoughts and spend every waking minute doing or thinking of(and digging through/trashing every room in the house looking for) their fix. Maybe my experience is just an extreme one, but what I witnessed and experienced? Can't change my mind on my stance
Back in 2014 I had a life altering event and cautionary tale for everyone buying and thinking it's all fun and games. I used to do very well for myself, had money, had girls, travelled the country going from festival to festival stacking paper and having a blast doing it. In 2009 I got busted growing pot, got probation, had my license taken for the duration of the probation. 2 years or whatever. I kept driving. I moved into a new place and started growing pot again, just complete disregard for the law in every way shape and form. About a year into this probation I missed a piss test, my PO comes to my house and says "Gee whiz it smelleth of homegrown cannabis, allow me to call for a search warrant". Anyway I get busted, go to jail for 2011 and 2012. My fault whatevs. I'm totally depressed at this point, there's no more festivals, girls, fat stacks of paper, I ended up losing my license for 8 years by getting pulled over with Ketamine, LSD, Cannabis, benzos, and Adderal. I'm super depressed and just start using heroin. The guys I went to jail with live in this same small city about 100,000 people so we run into each other and get up to no good. I'm shooting dope every day, my habit is getting out of control. I can't afford it unless I start doing shady stuff and all my "friends" from the festival days want nothing to do with me. I've always been crafty when it came to obtaining drugs. In high school I was the one who taught my friends to grow shrooms, I was the one who learned to grow pot back when you would go to jail for it.
So I'm hearing about the dark web and how everything you could want is there. I grab an onion and get peeling and eventually end up on this marketplace called SilkRoad. I'm getting straight fent grams right from the lab at the same price of a gram of stomped on street dope. All of a sudden an unmanageable heroin habit has morphed into me buying lab grade fentanyl straight from China. I missed the warm fuzzy feeling of Heroin compared to fetty, but if I could get something 100 times stronger for the same price per gram and all I needed was a small line to get high, I'd be stupid not to go with the fentanyl. I was also ordering pure benzo powders, actual alprazolam, Etizolam, Flubromazolam, clonazolam, diclazepam. I was eating this stuff like it was in infinite supply. I didn't measure sh!t I just licked my finger and stuffed it into the alprazolam bag and that was the dose. Who knows 5mgs, 10mgs. I had a comically/dangerously high benzo tolerance, and fentanyl that I used to treat with care measuring out mgs, now I was just ripping 30mg lines my tolerance had built up so much. (I never shot fentanyl seemed like with something that strong why bother, and ODs would be even easier)
So in one year after getting out of jail for growing pot, I was now in the worst addiction I've ever been in. Sometime in late 2013 Silk Road, where I was getting all my stuff gets shut down. Panic set in, but we found other alternatives like Atlantis. Anyway life somehow goes on like this until August of 2014 I've been unable to consistently hold down a job because of the 25mg benzo habit per day and the 100 mg of pure fentanyl I'm sniffing through the course of a day. Eventually the Chinese lab that was supplying my fentanyl binge gets shut down. I remember going on the darknet to their site and seeing a picture of masked agents with assault rifles with something written in Cyrillic across the page. Somehow the Russians got them I guess. Money was tight, I had grams of pure benzo powders, and a bottle of Suboxone I had from before fentanyl came into my life. My fentanyl supply dwindled and dwindled and eventually came the day when I was out. My plan was to go through withdrawals as long as possible and when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd reached the end of my rope I'd take some suboxone. Day 1 goes by and I'm miserable, every second feels like a minute every minute feels like and hour. I'm freezing even though it's late August, my eyes are watering, nose is running, my anxiety is the one thing I have in check from the RC benzos. About 27 hours from my last fent dose I just can't take it anymore. I crush up the 8 mg Buprenorphine Suboxone pill. Surely after 27 hours there won't be any precipitated withdrawals??? I sniffed a quarter of the sub, so 2 mg of Buprenorphine. Within 15 minutes I become colder than I've ever been in my life, my nose and eyes are running so bad I can't see and then I start vomiting. I'm throwing up so violently with my nose plugged with mucus that I can't breathe. I'm gasping for air on my hands and knees as I vomit all over my apt. My dad lived on the first floor and was renting the second floor to me to try and help me out. I crawled my way downstairs to his spot and the moment he saw me he was like "What have you done?" My vision had gone totally black and all I could hear was the classical music he always had on at his place. I was choking on my vomit trying to breathe. Dad said we're going to the ER. He packed me up in his Subaru and drove me to the ER. I was barely verbal and explained fentanyl and buprenorphine precipitated withdrawal to the nurse who checked me in. The Dr came by and practically laughed at me for being so stupid, said we're not helping you in any way unless you sign into a detox program. I agreed that what I needed was a medical detox and told them about the benzos. They didn't believe me that I was doing 25mg+ each day. They gave me .5mg Lorazepam. Once the Benzo withdrawals hit me sh!t got weird. I totally checked out, lost touch with reality and they ended up having to section me into a mental ward to get medically detoxed.
So just a cautionary tale about getting addicted to unrealistic amounts of RC Benzos just because you have them, and getting addicted to super strong opiates the likes of which you would never see on the street and should be considered as chemical weapons they are so potent. I got sectioned into the looney bin from recklessly abusing potent RCs and I don't want any of y'all to go through what I did because it was an absolute nightmare and one of the worst things that's ever happened to me. On the positive side now I have a good job, and just use some psychedelics to keep my perception and perspectives clear.
Thanks for reading this if you did.