Londg about 20 years ago I had been up for days. I didn't know what day or time it was, I was in hotel with the shades drawn tight. Now, I had been in the habit of carrying around a vial of bleach to clean my rigs with, a practice that is undoubtedly responsible for me being alive today. That era was the middle of the aids scene.
It was dark in the room, as I loaded up my hit. I dropped the dope in the spoon, and hit it with water. Then I proceeded to get the bubbles out of the rig, holding it up with shaking hands, cold sweat dripping off my tweaking, skeletor-looking face.
As I pushed the last bubble out, a drop of dope squirted out of the business end of my deadly accoutrement. Being a joneser of the Nth degree, a could not waste it.... so I licked it up. That's when it hit me, the unmistakable scent and taste of bleach!! AAIIEE! I turned on the lights and saw that I had mistakenly mixed my shot of dope with 30 units of bleach instead of water!! I was about 30 seconds away from death. Once again I had cheated the reaper from a qualified victim, wether through divine intervention or dumb luck ,I don't know.
I do know that although I had a deadly habit, hiding little bottles of bleach everyewhere I used to shoot dope saved me from Aids.
Most all of my "freinds" from that era are gone now, due to aids, OD's violence, suicide, and other mishaps that befall the woebegotten TWEAKER!