peepoh's Journal: heroine

Tuesday, November 6, 20001.
        Digging through some boxes in the Psychology lab where I work today, I discovered an ancient box full of syringes, heroine, and what looked to be the Rorschact Test. Then I found instructions for an old experiment that had been carried out here in the lab during World War II. Apparently the experimenters hypothesized that if American soldiers were to shell the Germans with artillery shells containing a gaseous form of heroine and then dropped Rorschacht test cards from airplanes, they'd all just fall down into heaps of twitching, high-as-a-kite junkies. Naturally, it all made little sense to me. But then hey, why the hell not try it?
        So after preparing a syringe with the heroine, I pulled down my pants and injected it directly into my penis. Hey, I'm no perv. There's a lot of blood vessels in there just waiting to carry the delicious drug straight to my brain. I guess I should have known better than to inject 60-year-old opioids into my privates, though, because before I could remove the needle I slumped over forward and continued to fall -- all the way INTO one of the Rorschacht Test cards. Then some oddly catchy electronic music kicked in. Where was it coming from? So began Stage 1-1 of my odyssey.