One of the most wack things about being a homeless drug addict

Meth addicts talk mad, ridiculous shit about junkies (people who do heroin, fentanyl, or other opiates or opioids*)—how you can never trust a junkie, how controlled they are by their addiction to opiates, what pieces of shit they are, how they’ll cut your throat to stay well** if it came down to it.

…And it’s crazy just how absolutely fucking bullshit it is. (Though of course there are plenty of opiate addicts on the streets for whom these things are true—saying that as someone who is almost an opioid addict).

Literally most of the closest, most genuine friends I’ve ever had are addicted to opioids. One of my best friends is addicted to fentanyl—he’s brought me food (because I’m chronically emaciated) while dopesick; he makes his money dumpster diving, finds unbelievably cool shit, like the speaker I’m buying from him, and he just gives me a lot of the things he finds because he, in his words, wants me to be happy.

He’s no more enslaved by his addiction than anyone I know who “just” smokes meth.

I’ve been robbed, fucked over and generally treated like shit by so many fucking meth addicts who will award themselves a fucking medal because they don’t fuck with opiates. I’ve known some disgusting human beings who act like they’re better because they don’t fuck with opiates.

If drug addicts are regarded by society as the lowest of the low, opioid addicts are the lowest of the lowest of the low—scapegoats and punching bags within a wider community of scapegoats and punching bags.

Everyone who’s been addicted to opioids has been through a lot. It’s sad, and fucked up, because it seems like it’s always the absolute nicest people who get stomped on the hardest.