My freshman year i broke my collarbone and was prescribed opiates. It was the best of times because there was a lot of snow and ice coming through campus so we had like two weeks off, and i was in a winter wonderland walking around campus bundled up feeling comfy as fuck. I took them well after class was back in, and i failed every class and didn't even go to any of my exams. I'm not saying the pills did it, i was lazy and unmotivated anyway, but looking back i can tell that they really fucked with my head, like i would spend a lot of my time deciding on when to dose. I thought i was being moderate by taking them almost every day because i wouldn't take more than one or two at a time. I didn't think i was addicted at all. Luckily school got out and my parents came to move me out of the dorm and threw away the rest of the pills i had, otherwise i probably would have gotten into some kid of trouble
Remember: "It is better to keep your [hands still] and appear stupid than to [respond] and remove all doubt."
the things you described involve a LOT of harm, besides the blowjob thing that was dumb
-a gun has a lot of force, if your friend threw a bullet at you i think you would be okay, maybe you would need a hug
-cyanide is extremely potent, poison in a moderate amount would be something like one cigarette or shrooms or something
junkies giving advise to a new junkie.
Sao Paulo - Brazil