Im male. Im in my mid 20's. I make 75k a year investing and working for a computer company. I should have a happy life, and I do sometimes, but thats not the case for the majority of the time.
I woke up today and I knew I needed to catch a score, have it settled, and be home before the day changes.
"Wheres the kid with the chemicals? He said to meet him here, but Im not sure. Ive got the money if youve got the time. Says that it feels good, so I said Ill give it a try."
4AM.
One of my friends leave. I give her a kiss goodbye. I wont see her again for a while. We have been sleeping together all summer, and I told her that I cant get into a relationship with her... not with my problems: It wouldnt work out. I smoke a small bowl in a home made bamboo bong, and I go back to sleep.
1134AM.
I wake up to my phone ringing. My friends are in town, and I should be expecting various things to see in town today. I get up, I enjoy a bump of heroin and relax for a while.
3PM.
I take a Xanax to keep me happy all day, and make my way towards town. Im vegetarian, so I get a greek salad at the local greek sandwich shop up town off the highway. I was satisfied. I make my way through town, make a few calls.
430PM.
I stop by a friends house. He just bought a batch of Red Rock opium. I gave him some cash, we through it on a bed of herb, and hit it. We put on Pink Floyd's Animals. I was out for a few hours.
737PM.
Hanging out at a friends. Stuff has made it through town. I decide that Ill buy a gram of heroin, half a gram of cocain, and an ounce of marijuana. We smoke a joint and make our way to the pick up area in a lovely Toyota Celica.
809PM.
We ride through the ghetto. We stop by our boy, he walks up to the car, and shots ring out. He ducks down and hits the house. Bullets wiz by the car, and three enter the rear passenger door. We put the Celica to the test and high tail it away from there.
9PM.
"Can you hook me up?"
"Ill make the rounds. Stay here. Ill be right back."
1130PM.
No more drugs. We wasted it all, expecting to bring in a haul tonight. Im going through withdraw symptoms. My stomach churns, I hallucinate. The Xanax and alcohol only slows me down.
Maybe tommarow.
I woke up today and I knew I needed to catch a score, have it settled, and be home before the day changes.
"Wheres the kid with the chemicals? He said to meet him here, but Im not sure. Ive got the money if youve got the time. Says that it feels good, so I said Ill give it a try."
4AM.
One of my friends leave. I give her a kiss goodbye. I wont see her again for a while. We have been sleeping together all summer, and I told her that I cant get into a relationship with her... not with my problems: It wouldnt work out. I smoke a small bowl in a home made bamboo bong, and I go back to sleep.
1134AM.
I wake up to my phone ringing. My friends are in town, and I should be expecting various things to see in town today. I get up, I enjoy a bump of heroin and relax for a while.
3PM.
I take a Xanax to keep me happy all day, and make my way towards town. Im vegetarian, so I get a greek salad at the local greek sandwich shop up town off the highway. I was satisfied. I make my way through town, make a few calls.
430PM.
I stop by a friends house. He just bought a batch of Red Rock opium. I gave him some cash, we through it on a bed of herb, and hit it. We put on Pink Floyd's Animals. I was out for a few hours.
737PM.
Hanging out at a friends. Stuff has made it through town. I decide that Ill buy a gram of heroin, half a gram of cocain, and an ounce of marijuana. We smoke a joint and make our way to the pick up area in a lovely Toyota Celica.
809PM.
We ride through the ghetto. We stop by our boy, he walks up to the car, and shots ring out. He ducks down and hits the house. Bullets wiz by the car, and three enter the rear passenger door. We put the Celica to the test and high tail it away from there.
9PM.
"Can you hook me up?"
"Ill make the rounds. Stay here. Ill be right back."
1130PM.
No more drugs. We wasted it all, expecting to bring in a haul tonight. Im going through withdraw symptoms. My stomach churns, I hallucinate. The Xanax and alcohol only slows me down.
Maybe tommarow.