My experience with spice began in 2010. As a commercial construction worker, I was subject to drug screens at any time, and just as it had from the beginning of my recreational pot smoking, starting around age 14.
I always found it unfortunate and even unfair that marijuana stayed in one’s system sometimes longer than 30 days. My charge of unfairness was because the length of time THC remained in one’s system is far longer than most if not all of the much harder drugs abused by addicts.
The solution to my problem as a very regular pot user needing to keep his job was called Spice or, more commonly, at that time “K2,” which would not show up in our drug screens and quickly became a substitute for the weed.
I had convinced myself I couldn’t possibly exist without. In a short time, it became not just way better and more preferred to me than marijuana, but hands down my drug of choice.
Even without the consequences of having pot in my system, I no longer wanted weed at all. I found the effects of THC became almost non-existent, finding it to be a waste of time and money when I could go into one of many stores and legally purchase the K2. The benefits seemed to be never-ending!
It really wasn’t long at all before I began the transformation into what I can only describe as a zombie-like existence. I saw nothing abnormal about standing in a long line that went entirely around the building of a business fantastic enough to be open on a Sunday morning.
Going without was not only unthinkable, but it wasn’t too many days of using longer that I found not having any to be also physically unbearable as well. At this point, I must say that I had some pretty smart friends.
You see they didn’t join me on this journey and remaining standard weed smokers as I had once been they never did understand why I would be sick and pretty much ceased to function or even go to work if I didn’t have any of what they thought was something like catnip in funny packaging.
As with everything else, it wouldn’t be very long either for me to exchange these great folks for other zombies who, as I justified them, had more in common with me.
Truthfully, I can tell you now that this was just a necessary change to form a much-needed network of people that could be beneficial in locating what was becoming more like medicine now.
Before I knew it, this product began as a novelty packaged like something between baseball cards and fun dip. It was very likely to be gone from shelves, not because of the huge demand, but more likely, the store had been raided by the DEA, and its inventory seized. This was more than just inconvenient, left unresolved, and the quest for more not completed.
Locating more spice during those periods of less supply for whatever reason often wasn’t the hallelujah moment you would think it certainly should have been.
But in staying a step ahead of the DEA with a product that really pissed these stormtroopers off and yet needed to be sold in the open market as it had been set up initially to be its primary means of distribution (with wonderfully attractive packaging!).
The mysterious people at the top would often change the chemical formulation to synthesize it to a compound not explicitly listed and banned by an ever-updating database of scientific names that were added to progressively by Law Enforcement as they were identified.
A real cat and mouse game that resulted in being sick all over just like when you are completely out. In fact, you are still technically out as this new formula is not the product your metabolism is relying on to regulate body temperature, eating, sleeping, etc. to only list a few of the natural ways it has its hooks in you.
So what you pick-up now goes from “better than nothing” to the new standard in what has to have taken a page straight from the devils own Advanced Marketing textbook. And the vicious circle starts all over. Rinse and repeat.
I can only share the hell of quitting as I experienced it and hope you look at my next characteristic as King Dumb Ass and nothing like a positive quality about myself at all.
I am a professional at getting fucked up and am particularly good at eventually quitting things that bring me to low points of near-death and relationship destruction.
I can honestly say that I think that not everyone can do this as successfully as I have with many drugs. For instance: I’m over 20 years clean from a decade of Crack.
I can’t remember the whole Clinton presidency, but I sure did a lot of Crack. I should have gotten a gift basket or something from my dealers as I sure bought them a lot of cool cars and gold teeth.
Big deal, you say? Puff, your right, how about quitting a Phoenix Arizona sized Heroin slash Heroin/Fentynol habit? It topped off. I have no idea how many years of Percs, Oxys, and whatever pain pills I could regularly snort because I had to stay well to make the great money required to be so stupid.
That’s another story, and honestly, quitting spice was closer to quitting heroin than any other way I could describe it really. Years of black tar heroin; I was cold, huh… Just ask my family that I’m still getting back in some order.
Oh, and drinking: I was a drunk for most of my life till about 3 years ago. Like the equivalent of 15+ beers every day. Hell getting more beer was often a great reason to leave the house to go get drugs of whichever flavor of the decade and not raise a ton if suspicion with the wife etc.
It is important to note, however, that I’m not super addict recovery man at will or whatever bullshit title you may think I’m trying to bestow upon myself. Not at all. None of that is me.
I wish I were so talented and energetic, Lol. That’s all God right there. Don’t worry, this isn’t a religious story, and I won’t even go there, how about that? I will take advantage of this topic long enough to offer my theory on successful human type recovery.
Programs (such as AA, NA, etc.) should make an addict or alcoholic or what have you to step 3 and fuckin stop. That’s a beautiful thing right there, and going on to steps 4-12 is totally going backward from the very excellent place you have arrived at in step 3. Okay, that discussion is over, I do not hear to talk about that.
I submit that the once unknown long- term effect(s) of regular spice use is now becoming known to me more and more as I observe the behaviors of the many spice addicts that cannot quit.
Wow, I just finally arrived at the point I was trying to make about “I’m so great at quitting” shit, and most are not. So this fun fact should help you avoid or expedite quitting the stuff: these poor folks as a result of regular use now talk to themselves and also have a high propensity to live as homeless people.
Not making that up, its truthiness yall. Crazy. The whole situation that is; I wasn’t labeling the long term users, although yes, it is coincidentally accurate if the not demeaning term that accurately describes them without being politically correct.
And here are some essential things I did to quit such a physically taxing process. The author of the main article I just read hit the nail on the head about time off work. You will need between 1 and 2 weeks.
You will want to pick a flavor of Gatorade or similar drink that you like and are willing to sacrifice ever drinking again upon completion of this. It is going to do most of the heavy lifting as far as keeping you alive.
You will go through a week or 2 of hell, and when you come out alive on the other side, congratulations in advance as this is an incredible accomplishment. I still can’t drink Orange Gatorade, and I used to really like it. Another tip is to have your bed with covers close to the bathtub.
Although a hot bath or shower will be beneficial at times for body temperature, you will need to get dry, and under the covers very quickly when you get out or having the chills is a vast understatement.
The regulation of body temperature was probably the worst part for me personally. You will eventually eat food, but only when your body says you can…..day 4 if you are lucky, Id says.
Hey, another essential tip I forgot to mention is before you get to the whole getting ready to start this period of hell (Important Id Say!) You need to taper down like weening off.
Maybe a 5 day weening no more and don’t turn it into a big thing. I’ll personally tell you that the o.k. to do that once as part of this whole quitting thing is a gift from God.
It probably seems a lot cooler to pull this off cold turkey and start the Hell Session. Don’t Trust me, it’s OK. Not just recommended by me but, in fact, as I stated, a gift.
You will see that you can verify the recommendation yourself when it comes to The Almighty Himself. If you take my final advice: during this process, have a lot of dialogue with God.
Do this, and you can have the whole ‘OK to taper down first’ recommendation verified as being so suggested by God, which is way more credible than from me.
I’m nobody lol. So call it prayer or dialogue or whatever, but you will find this very easy and natural to do: trust me.
Even though I’m nobody, still trust me on that one lol. You will be amazed. I promised this wouldn’t be all religious, and it won’t. I’m just stating facts, and so let’s end it on a humorous note.
We should call this recovery technique (that word is an understatement for what this is: “technique,” lol, “miracle” would be more accurate, but I shall name this program:……./drumroll….. God and Gatoraid. Good Luck and God bless!