This might not be the right sub at all but withdrawals may have changed me and I feel I get Burroughs a little more now

Went through some wicked withdrawals after all the years of messing with all sorts of shit after getting caught up on that 7OH crap (never do it, please) but something has changed in me. The long withdrawals over the weeks forced me to think so critically, and now I am in recovery (5 days clean) but let me say I know I will do everything in my power not to take life for granted ever again. There is something about this life, a sort of “confessions of an English-opium eater” becomes one’s many tirades into pharmacologic excesses. But this one has done it in for me, to the point I can hardly hold a joint up to smoke because I have lost the joy. This drug is the alpha-gal syndrome for any drug fiend, be warned (read in a Burroughs voice, if you will) because when you come down, it will all be over. And that is not a warning against getting sober from the junk, but rather, stick to dope, the ancient laudanums of syrup and dog food, because I fried my brain and specifically in a way I didn’t know possible. I am no longer constantly craving substances and really honor my sobriety now.

So the “saint” (tongue in cheek) Burroughs is one of many who passed from “symptom to sinthome” [Lacan’s thinking] and many (including myself) have read him like that even if we didn’t always understand the addled world of real, uncut dope. But anyone who has been through withdrawals and lived to tell the tale is a changed man, the bags under the eyes a little deeper, albeit earned. I respect Burroughs, regardless of his life, in a new way, knowing he not only took the junk but lived to tell the tale, and beat the stuff. Anyone who can get clean off an opioid should be given free ice cream and infinite love in their second life, they fought damn hard for it. But please learn from me, and avoid 7oh altogether, because I am probably never going to be the same or really able to enjoy drugs the same (will miss them.) Paracelsus knew a dose makes a poison, but he did not know of a 4 hour half life, and if he did, he would have changed his mind upon learning of 7OH. There is no proper dose that could make it another “brain poison” [joke term i have been flinging around: think BZ or NBOME, which both could be simply pharmacologically unsound and therefore have no specifiable safe dose, or one appreciable at least]. Save yourself, you are worth it.

(Aside: going to be distributing SR1708 to those in my community struggling with this stuff. We are living through a new opioid epidemic and it is a war of the worst people [sinister: lets get these bystanders hooked] verses the benign, say, 70 year old grandma isolated after her husband’s death. I’ve never been put somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, and since I got clean without the SR, I am going to do an anarchists clinic and help those who I know suffering and who truly wish to quit the means. I work at a smokeshop [thus how i got hooked, only job i got where i live] and now I am right where I need to be to help fight back against this crap. If this post does well, maybe I’ll post the donation link as I am going to be doing a non-profit system, where I operate on donations and fundraising via bake sales, to turn it into more SR to help others. If your community is under attack by 7OH like mine is (and it is war, as Hobbes once said, “war of all against all”) you can use this model. I was never a proponent for anarchist or “decentralized” clinics but this model could save lives.)