I did the rest of his dope before calling an ambulance..
My girlfriend had him up by his shoulders, he's twice her size.
He was all grey and limp. Some times his eyes would pop open but he wasn't seeing a thing.
"_______ Wake up!!!, _______ PLEASE WAKE UP." Is what I heard as I'm scrambling around picking up every rig cotton and spoon in the apartment. I put it all in a hello kitty 3DS case and take it out back to the dumpster. On my way back in, phone in hand I remembered something I read on the internet a couple of nights before. I went back out to the dumpster and grabbed the hello kitty bag, filled a rig up with salt water. Grabbed some ice out of the freezer and asked my girlfriend.
"Do you want to shoot him up with the salt water, or stick the ice cubes up his ass?"
She said she could do neither. I did both.
Within seconds he came to, he looked terrified, probably by the looks on our faces. When we explained to him what happened he put his face in his hands crying saying "thank you god, thank you, I am SO SO sorry.."
A couple hours later he asks me where the rest of his dope was.. I told him I did it. He gets mad and demands I buy him what I shot. So I call the dope man and within an hour we are headed down town and copping, on our way back I tell my friend " Let me monitor how much you do, you obviously don't know how strong this fentanyl laced shit is." He agrees to it.
He only got a quarter of what he thought he was getting. I had the rest. When we got home I did a nice shot and spaced for about 20 minutes not realizing my buddy has been taking a while in the bathroom. I come to and barge in on him only to find him in the same state as he was earlier that day..
It took about 5 more months to become sick of the lifestyle.