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Tulsa Sam 52
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- May 9, 2021
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In November of 2020, realizing age was creeping up on me and I was alone, except for my wife, I began to decide if I wanted to choose my end (to whatever degree we can) or trust in a system that only a child or an idiot would trust. The problem was I am a notorious coward, and all the popular techniques sounded extremely nasty! Eventually I discovered SN which seemed about as peaceful as one could hope. This was before the ban SN hysteria hit full force so I was able to buy a 2 pound container of "food grade" 99+% pure SN, NaNo2 from an industrial chemical source for $20.45. I would name the company because they are still in business but no longer offer SN.
A few days later I checked to make sure my order had been processed and they said they never heard of me, there was no such order on their books, and they showed no invoice. Of course I was confused and disappointed and began to research other resources, though none seemed as reliable as my original. Then a small corrugated cardboard box appeared on my doorstep. There was my mailing address, but nothing on the box to indicate the sender. But when I opened it there was my bottle of SN. It was listed as 99% pure, Food Grade meaning there could be no impurities, and FCC which was the further standard for purification. So it looks like I have hit the gold standard of sodium nitrite and hopefully I will be in heaven 15 minutes before the devil knows I'm gone. Not that he hasn't been keeping an eye on me, it's been one wretched thing after another. The SN was sealed in a plastic bottle, wrapped in a heavy plastic outer layer, which I've been very careful to keep tightly knotted. I found a small, unassuming box that I kept in the top of my closet, where I could look at it to remind myself that I had a way out of this wretched existence. However, I hadn't looked at it in a couple of years, and I began to get a little bit panicky because the big time is coming up fast. So I've taken it out again and given it a good look over, and it is there as good as new. Nevertheless, when one decides to catch the bus once and for all, you don't want to take a chance on missing it and having to figure out how to walk back home to Hell. So my suggestion, and I'm not arguing for this, it's your free choice, get it while you can and pack it away. It took me 5 years before I found I truly absolutely had to have it. But all that time I had the comfort of knowing it was there should I need it. Now I do, and I cannot be more grateful.
A few days later I checked to make sure my order had been processed and they said they never heard of me, there was no such order on their books, and they showed no invoice. Of course I was confused and disappointed and began to research other resources, though none seemed as reliable as my original. Then a small corrugated cardboard box appeared on my doorstep. There was my mailing address, but nothing on the box to indicate the sender. But when I opened it there was my bottle of SN. It was listed as 99% pure, Food Grade meaning there could be no impurities, and FCC which was the further standard for purification. So it looks like I have hit the gold standard of sodium nitrite and hopefully I will be in heaven 15 minutes before the devil knows I'm gone. Not that he hasn't been keeping an eye on me, it's been one wretched thing after another. The SN was sealed in a plastic bottle, wrapped in a heavy plastic outer layer, which I've been very careful to keep tightly knotted. I found a small, unassuming box that I kept in the top of my closet, where I could look at it to remind myself that I had a way out of this wretched existence. However, I hadn't looked at it in a couple of years, and I began to get a little bit panicky because the big time is coming up fast. So I've taken it out again and given it a good look over, and it is there as good as new. Nevertheless, when one decides to catch the bus once and for all, you don't want to take a chance on missing it and having to figure out how to walk back home to Hell. So my suggestion, and I'm not arguing for this, it's your free choice, get it while you can and pack it away. It took me 5 years before I found I truly absolutely had to have it. But all that time I had the comfort of knowing it was there should I need it. Now I do, and I cannot be more grateful.