I was arrested for possession of marijuana back around 2000. Being a poor, I had to take what I was given which was 12 months probation, fines, etc etc. I too like poppyseed muffins and bagels. I’ve always like them.
I actually stayed sober for the probation. Eight or 9 months in, I had amy one and only failed UA. Positive for opiates. Because of my fondness for poppyseed stuff. I had my probation revoked, and ended up spending nine months in jail while waiting for a court date. I only had 3 months left. And spent nine more in the farmer’s tank doing manual labor like changing oil on cop cars or mowing grass at public parks. I lost my job. I lost my car due to repossession, I lost my apartment. I lost a girlfriend whom I was absolutely head over heels with (she thought I was secretly using opiates and not being honest w her. She was a former user and me using, real or perceived was a dealbreaker).
All for fucking poppyseed muffins and bagels. This is even more horrible than what happened to me. There is something seriously wrong when a mother has a child taken away when they eat food. There is no discretion. I’m not smart enough to figure out how to fix it but I’m like at least 5% sure this ain’t it.
jfc I’m so sorry all that shit happened to you. The war on drugs is so fucking vicious and cruel.
If it wasn’t for my mother and father letting me move back home afterwards at the age of 25, I’d have been homeless and I’m not sure I’d have gotten back on my feet. I was in a city away from home and nobody could get to my apartment to get my stuff. Eventually I got evicted and they tossed my shit on the side of the road there. I lost everything. Everything. Clothes, CDs, photos of friends and family and once in a lifetime experiences I was just blindly lucky to take part in. I left jail with 25-ish dollars in leftover commissary money, the clothes I got booked in wearing, and my ‘hard time’ cup. My hard time cup was a cheap plastic mug that I had taken a pocket calendar and glued to the cup. I marked my days with it. I stared at that cup a lot. They lost my wallet somehow so I couldn’t cash the check for 25 bucks to get food. Slept at the greyhound station while I was waiting for someone to pick me up and take me back to my folks to start over.
The original arrest was an overzealous Tx State Trooper who threatened me w mace to make me exit the car to begin with. He found a dime bags worth of Mexican brick weed in my sock because that’s where I tried stashing it when I panicked.
I’ve been homeless. I’ve squatted in the fifth ward in New Orleans. I’ve ridden trains. I’ve dumpster dived to eat more times than I can recall. But leaving jail with nothing, nobody, no way, and nowhere to go was more demeaning than being ignored for being homeless and dirty.
The war on drugs is a disgusting excuse to keep poor folks poor, to break apart families, to permanently disrupt lives and make slaves of those caught up in its trappings. Richard Nixon grave needs a fresh sprinkling of piss.
But urine drug screens are easily misinterpreted and often wrong, with false positive rates as high as 50%, according to some studies.
Holy shit
yeah you roll the dice every time you are given one. if able, demand a full GC/MS test if you get a false positive
This makes me remember when this happened to an athlete in the 90s, a runner or swimmer or something like that. I was a kid so I don’t remember exact details but it was absurd. Something like they ate a poppyseed muffin and they tested hot for opiates. I’ve never done morphine or heroin but I don’t think it makes you go faster.
There were all sorts of poppy seed false positives stories in the 90s, think it even made its way into Seinfield. Most common story I’d hear was the pig being put on leave due to a poppyseed muffin.
Use crack before the competition and heroine after it. The heroine hide the crack residue and you can do it with impunity.
After taking a giant hit of smoke and holding it in for as long as possible, do something strenuous, while probably feeling nauseous and if it’s good for sure needing to shit. About 15 minutes in you start to come down and want another hit. Also you’re too busy looking at the floor to compete.
It maybe could on a lower dosage. It is a painkiller. My pal was a heroine addict for 20 years and was still the best fucking drummer I’ve ever seen, even when he was using. Generally speaking it does slow ya down but for some people it doesn’t.
We have a monstrous evil government that literally steals babies.
They’ve been doing it since the Vietnam War and Cuban revolution. They’re portrayed as “humanitarian efforts” of course.
And oinkers have the gall to lecture you on “family values” as they LITERALLY STEAL CHILDREN FROM FAMILIES
for profitJUST BECAUSE THEY CAN!Hospitals fucking suck in amerikkka
Their primary goal is to make money. They have no moral conscience. They’re so scared of liability that they’re unwilling to take even the smallest risk to do what is right.
what the fuck
Thought this was a
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