08/21/2020 (Fri) 22:54:27
One of my ex housemate's brothers was a junky.
When he couldn't score or had no money, he used to drive from somewhere around pirie to burra (that sort of area) and knew where all the people who grew poppies lived and knock half of them off.
He'd done it that many times that he knew pretty much every house that had them.
Then he'd make a tea with them all.
And that would last him about a week.
It wasn't as good as a hit but enough to stop him losing it.
My housemate at the time, his brother had it a few times with him (the tea) and said that it was like the perfect wake up and he felt amazing all day.
He did it two days in a row and then the day or two after he felt like shit and didn't leave his room.