smackheads?

[Hibernia Na Eir]

can anyone shed any light on why Scottish smackheads all have the same ape-like/caveman demeanor? forgive my ignorance, but at what stage do the growls/shouting and slump stance begin?

what a drug!

[Phil D. Rolls]

can anyone shed any light on why Scottish smackheads all have the same ape-like/caveman demeanor? forgive my ignorance, but at what stage do the growls/shouting and slump stance begin?

what a drug!

I would think that, given the option, most people would chose not to be addicted to it. :agree:

[Hibernia Na Eir]

maybe so, but my question remains unanswered.

[VickMackie]

They probably conform to fit in with other smackheads and be accepted in that world.

You can always tell the junkies when the rest in a crouched position at bus stops etc. They all walk fast as **** aswell!

[Future17]

can anyone shed any light on why Scottish smackheads all have the same ape-like/caveman demeanor? forgive my ignorance, but at what stage do the growls/shouting and slump stance begin?

what a drug!

Nature's way of helping the rest of us avoid them? :dunno:

[Killiehibbie]

I would think that, given the option, most people would chose not to be addicted to it. :agree:

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?


People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that *****, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not ****ing stupid. At least, we're not that ****ing stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other *****. Got no money: can't get pissed. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never ****ing wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

[Phil D. Rolls]

maybe so, but my question remains unanswered.

:dunno: Is it something to do with the effect Heroin has on the brain and body?

[NAE NOOKIE]

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?


People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that *****, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not ****ing stupid. At least, we're not that ****ing stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other *****. Got no money: can't get pissed. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never ****ing wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.


In order to overcome that worry any sense of self worth or conscience is forgotten ... from what I have seen your average junkie would happily stab their granny for a fix. I have sympathy for anybody who finds themselves in that position ... it must be a living nightmare in lucid moments to know you are like that.

Its not the junkies ... its the dealers. Anybody cought for a third time should be sent to St Kilda along with the rest of the third time dealers ...... give them heat, light and drop huge amounts of beans and sausages from a helicopter once a week.

And forget them.

[Phil D. Rolls]

In order to overcome that worry any sense of self worth or conscience is forgotten ... from what I have seen your average junkie would happily stab their granny for a fix. I have sympathy for anybody who finds themselves in that position ... it must be a living nightmare in lucid moments to know you are like that.

Its not the junkies ... its the dealers. Anybody cought for a third time should be sent to St Kilda along with the rest of the third time dealers ...... give them heat, light and drop huge amounts of beans and sausages from a helicopter once a week.

And forget them.

There is evidence that a regulated supply of medicinal quality Heroin can actually allow addicts to live functional lives. It may be even cheaper than sending them to St Kilda.