My First Love Put A Needle Into Me

Green opium poppy plants growing in the wild

Welcome To Heroin My Love

This is the story of an Egyptian girl who was born and raised in Egypt and deviant from a young age. Her father was involved in criminal activity and she identified herself as “daddy’s girl.” She always felt like a rebel, sort of like daddy who was out in the streets dealing drugs. But little did she know that she would one day run into her first love, who would put a needle into her arm and introduce her to heroin.

Before heroin came along, she would experiment with hashish, pills and alcohol. Here was this rebellious 14-year-old girl who never had sex, but was in love with the high provided by drugs. She thought, “Hey this can’t be so bad. My own dad is out there selling drugs. What the hell!”

But the drugs that she was using were not satisfied with her performance. They wanted her to work up the ladder and meet their bigger and badder friends: heroin, cocaine, crystal meth, PCP, etc. So the drugs played around with her fate and set it up that she would run into her first boyfriend. Little did she know that her first boyfriend would be the deadliest.

This Egyptian boyfriend was older and more experienced than her. He viewed her as an innocent prize and she viewed him as her next big hit. And then sex happened; her virginity flew away faster than her shortest-lived highs. But this relationship was not only for sex, as the drugs had a masterplan and were utilizing the boyfriend for something bigger at play.

That is when her first love pulled out a needle, “Ever try heroin?” Excited by his tall and handsome stature as well as his adventurous side accompanied by his older age, she had no time to reply but just smile; this was a sign for “no but I’m all yours.” And right there and then, the tall and pretty Egyptian girl had a needle poked into her vein by her first love.

From that day on, she became a heroin addict for life. The relationship with her boyfriend did not last longer than a year or two. He was only an introduction or catalyst to her use of opioids. What did last was her relationship with heroin. The high that she was introduced to on that day was much more pleasurable than sex.

Little did she know that the needle that her first love put into her arm would infect her for life. And guess what happened to her previous drugs with the masterplan? They became satisfied with her newfound relationship with heroin, and left her life to infect other innocent teens.

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Junk Virus

Heroin needles and trash on soil

Public Health Problem Number One

The stories are endless: violence, burglaries, robberies, overdoses and deaths. Heroin has penetrated almost every street corner in the US; the new neighbor on the block is not here to play. It chews you up and spits you out; you’re lucky if you come back out fresh enough to survive.

The junk virus made its grand appearance after its synthetic army was unleashed by the medical community: the opioids. These include demerol, methadone, oxycodone, fentanyl, percocet, percodan, vicodin and many more. Once the army was sprinkled onto society and its pricey tag maintained, heroin was slowly whispered into the addicts’ ears.

There was no malicious agenda by the medical community to unleash opioids onto the masses. There was simply a poor regulatory system and overwatch by the federal government. Physicians prescribed the medications based on professional opinion, but they were not quick enough to realize the enormous addictive potential they had.

Once physicians realized that patients were returning for multiple prescriptions, they began to turn them down. So patients began to window-shop for new physicians, juggling multiple at a time for that extra Rx. This lasted for some time until patients came to the realization of the expense of their new addiction.

And that’s when hurricane heroin hit the U.S. by storm: stronger, better, easier to obtain and cheaper! Call it the drug dealers’ economic boom but the recession of the people. Addicts were happy but also suffering: the high was great but the withdrawal and expense hellish.

And junk virus officially became an epidemic with no promising cure and no treatments successful enough to make a dent. Addicts were simply transitioned from an opiate to an opioid: heroin to methadone. Some addicts were switched successfully, others continued to use both and some just returned back to heroin.

Today, junk virus is still active and strong abut a new parasite has entered the market: meet furious fentanyl. 100x more potent than morphine, fentanyl is taking over cities like the great plague: heroin is vanishing from cities like Philadelphia and Baltimore and being replaced with fentanyl.

Addicts no longer know what they are getting. But they are quick to suspect their batch to be fentanyl if they are getting much higher than expected. Even if they want to stop, they can’t for two main reasons: they’re hooked and their drug dealers no longer have heroin. So the epidemic persists.

Public health problem number one is also public enemy number one: synthetic army + hurricane heroin + furious fentanyl. When you have such a deadly epidemic killing our people, it is fair to say that we are in the midst of fighting a domestic terror war. Are you ready to reclaim your mind?

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