County Lines by Bob
Methadone. A substitute for heroin addiction? Perhaps. A good substitute
for heroin addiction? Perhaps not.
I consumed many drugs, legal and illegal, during my younger, wilder,
stupider days, before I put down my addictions and began trudging
the path of recovery, the road to happy destiny.
Unlike cocaine and speed, which take you up, or so it seems, heroin
takes you out, way out, among the clouds, where the bravest angels
fear to tread, where junkie fools play stoned graveyard games for
Called smack and horse, heroin can also be spelled d-e-a-t-h. Many
addict friends of former past have I seen, curled up in fetal crouch,
needle fresh from punctured veins, crooked smiles across empty faces.
Many addict friends of former past have I seen, squirming on the
floor, unable to afford or to find what's needed to silence a monster
screaming for constant feeding.
Many addict friends of former past have I seen, heads on satin
pillows, hands crossed at their waists, crooked smiles on empty
Seeing a friend on methadone is better than viewing one laid out
like that. But isn't there a better way to kick drugs than substituting
one addiction for another?
Yes there is and I speak from experience, of my own and others
I have known. Those who had faith. Those who had fortitude. Those
who had something called guts.
An estimated one out of five GI's returned from Vietnam with a
drug problem. More than half of those were addicted to opiates,
primarily heroin. I guess picking up a deadly drug habit with death
all around didn't seem like a big deal.
According to what I've heard, the smack in Vietnam was almost pure.
It hadn't been stepped on again and again. For a few bucks, you
got enough for several hits.
But when a soldier returned to the States, the story was different.
The smack had been stepped on again and again. Enough to keep you
high, to keep you from withdrawing, could cost a couple hundred
dollars a day and more.
The only addicts who earned enough to afford that were rock stars,
famous actors, and sports celebrities. But those jobs were already
Performing the simplest job in an average workplace while using
heroin is impossible. Not much call for someone who nods off while
driving a taxi or selling shoes. Unless a GI addicted to heroin
wanted to become a thief, he had only one choice: Kick it.
Methadone was around then. But things like that were for the wealthy
and the poor. A republican was in charge of our country. Talk about
a blessing in disguise. Good ol' Nixon. At least he was good for
something besides erasing tapes and lying to Congress.
Although he didn't know it, his plans to exclude Vietnam veterans
and the middle class from receiving methadone helped scores of addicts
kick heroin without replacing it with another drug. Sometimes Tricky
Dick's tricks even tricked Dick.
My friend Dave was a Vietnam veteran who finally kicked heroin
without using methadone. When I met Dave after detoxing in a chemical-dependency
unit at a mental health center, he had been clean and sober a long
My arrival there was the result of an addiction to Demerol and
morphine that developed after an embankment next to a bridge piling
I was inspecting collapsed and I slid 30 feet to an abrupt stop
feet first. After being released from the hospital, I walked like
a crab for months.
By the time I returned to work, my addiction to two powerful opiates
was firmly established. I had a full-time monkey on my back. My
supervisor quickly became aware of my inability to think.
Go away and don't return until you're off that stuff. But. No buts.
Get yourself straightened up or don't come back.
My supervisor made me responsible for myself. He was practicing
tough love, something that's worth more than a truckload of methadone.
Give addicts sympathy and you're participating in their relapse.
A cold, hard, proven fact. Sympathy kills more addicts than all
other incorrect forms of treatment combined.
Detoxing was simple but not easy. Nothing to numb the effect. My
teeth rattled. The vomit flowed. I shook until what felt like hot
nails being driven through flesh, muscle, and bone began subsiding
after several days.
Would I have taken methadone in the depths of withdrawal? You
bet. Am I glad I didn't now? Most certainly.
Dave was another story. Although a Vietnam veteran, he was the
child of wealthy parents. He had been given methadone to replace
his heroin addiction on numerous occasions. He continued to relapse
until he decided to quit cold turkey.
Knowing half measures avail us nothing, Dave quit trying the easier,
softer way and toughed it out like thousands of others who kicked
their addiction to heroin without replacing it with another drug.
Dave chose to kick his addiction without relying on another drug.
Fortunately, I had no other choice. Thank You, Whoever or Whatever
is in charge of things like that.
After I detoxed and finished 28 days of treatment, just a beginning,
not a cure, Dave became my 12-Step sponsor.
He gave me understanding. He gave me encouragement. He gave me
a hard time when I started feeling sorry for myself. He never gave
Dave knew sympathy, feeling sorry for an addict, recovering or
on methadone, is a potent poison that kills effectively.
Overton County News
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