endlessnameless
Bluelighter
When are you up next, kat?
Still nothing decent around - chap with the good stuff hasn't anything there.
I just bumped into a mate in the unemployment line. As if thats not depressing enough, he's heading off to score shortly and its extremely tempting to join him. I've only 40 left for the week and its owed out, so I'm trying to decided if its worth dodging the chap I owe to and giving it to him more towards the weeks end, or hanging around, paying him and chancing his product (layed on) to see if it has improved...
Nah, fuck it. I'd be a fool to pay cash I dont have for likely sub-par gear; strolling the streets of Dublin in the daylight of a Wednesday with two chaps off their faces. One of these fucking assholes got my best mate back on the fucking needle, and everyday too. I know he cant be solely to blame, but he's a fucking enabler if ever there was one. The guy spent a month and a half in rehab for nothing...I don't know why he even bothered going, he was out just over 24hours until he was sticking a needle in his arm again. He's out about a three weeks and already he's completely stung out again. Pumping sweat in the welfare office so he was. Its fucking depressing.
I think the best thing to do, rather than just blow money I don't have on gear, is to just have a coffee, a wash, a shave, and make one fuck of a sandwhich. If my phone rings, I'll just let it ring out. In fact, I'll leave it in the other room.
Still nothing decent around - chap with the good stuff hasn't anything there.
I just bumped into a mate in the unemployment line. As if thats not depressing enough, he's heading off to score shortly and its extremely tempting to join him. I've only 40 left for the week and its owed out, so I'm trying to decided if its worth dodging the chap I owe to and giving it to him more towards the weeks end, or hanging around, paying him and chancing his product (layed on) to see if it has improved...
Nah, fuck it. I'd be a fool to pay cash I dont have for likely sub-par gear; strolling the streets of Dublin in the daylight of a Wednesday with two chaps off their faces. One of these fucking assholes got my best mate back on the fucking needle, and everyday too. I know he cant be solely to blame, but he's a fucking enabler if ever there was one. The guy spent a month and a half in rehab for nothing...I don't know why he even bothered going, he was out just over 24hours until he was sticking a needle in his arm again. He's out about a three weeks and already he's completely stung out again. Pumping sweat in the welfare office so he was. Its fucking depressing.
I think the best thing to do, rather than just blow money I don't have on gear, is to just have a coffee, a wash, a shave, and make one fuck of a sandwhich. If my phone rings, I'll just let it ring out. In fact, I'll leave it in the other room.