Got high for the first time in a week. I took a break using subs, which turned out to be a good call because I got drug tested today. My crazy mother called up my therapist and told her I had taken morphine last weekend and that I was heavy into heroin this past Christmas time. I admitted to the morphine and said I just took it last weekend for pain, and I completely denied the heroin thing, saying my mom is crazy and a misunderstanding had led her to believe I was using.
The problem with this is that my therapist speaks to my psychiatrist, which would have resulted in my being cut off from my Adderall and forced to taper off my valium. Luckily I passed the drug test though, so they don't think I'm a heroin addict because we all know that no heroin addict could pass a surprise drug test, which I did. If I failed the drug test I would have just ditched the therapist and went back to my previous psychiatrist that has no problems prescribing me my 2 scripts.
When I went with my boy to cop from his Brooklyn connect we were waiting in the same spot as usual and my boy brought up that this dealer got busted a month or so back. I have no clue why we were meeting this guy in the same spot we always have, especially considering that this guy moves some weight so it's not like he's just got a few sleeves lying around.
We actually ended up doing the deal a few blocks over, but he had us waiting outside the stash house for over an hour while he kept saying "I'll be right there Papi, I'm just down the block." I'm hoping that he at least rented out a different apartment in the building he uses as a stash but I don't know. This guy would get busted (again) in a second if the police knew he was still dealing because he's so predictable.
I had gone with my friend to cop from the guy a bunch of times so I knew the two main spots (his family house and his stash house) so when I wanted the connect for myself I just took the train to east NY, and first headed to the stash house. Sure enough I see his big noticeable SUV pull up to the stash, but by the time I got across the street he had pulled away. So then I walk over to his house, and sure enough the SUV is parked out front. He had someone else in the car though while he ran inside, so I decided not to approach him when he came back out.
I ended up calling my boy up and told him I was in east NY looking for a connect, and he told me he would just put me on to his dealer since he didn't want me walking around that area aimlessly, trying to somehow run into a dealer or fellow addict that could help me out. I didn't want to tell him that I was right down the block from his dealers house because I didn't want him to know that my plan was to try to go straight through his dealer, cutting him out as the middleman, so I told him I was by the train station still (a 40 min walk to the dealers house) which backfired because the dealer told my boy he was leaving in 10 minutes so I would have had to make it there within that time, but since my boy thought I was still all the way by the train station he told the guy I was too far away to be able to catch him in time. Oh well...
The problem with this is that my therapist speaks to my psychiatrist, which would have resulted in my being cut off from my Adderall and forced to taper off my valium. Luckily I passed the drug test though, so they don't think I'm a heroin addict because we all know that no heroin addict could pass a surprise drug test, which I did. If I failed the drug test I would have just ditched the therapist and went back to my previous psychiatrist that has no problems prescribing me my 2 scripts.
When I went with my boy to cop from his Brooklyn connect we were waiting in the same spot as usual and my boy brought up that this dealer got busted a month or so back. I have no clue why we were meeting this guy in the same spot we always have, especially considering that this guy moves some weight so it's not like he's just got a few sleeves lying around.
We actually ended up doing the deal a few blocks over, but he had us waiting outside the stash house for over an hour while he kept saying "I'll be right there Papi, I'm just down the block." I'm hoping that he at least rented out a different apartment in the building he uses as a stash but I don't know. This guy would get busted (again) in a second if the police knew he was still dealing because he's so predictable.
I had gone with my friend to cop from the guy a bunch of times so I knew the two main spots (his family house and his stash house) so when I wanted the connect for myself I just took the train to east NY, and first headed to the stash house. Sure enough I see his big noticeable SUV pull up to the stash, but by the time I got across the street he had pulled away. So then I walk over to his house, and sure enough the SUV is parked out front. He had someone else in the car though while he ran inside, so I decided not to approach him when he came back out.
I ended up calling my boy up and told him I was in east NY looking for a connect, and he told me he would just put me on to his dealer since he didn't want me walking around that area aimlessly, trying to somehow run into a dealer or fellow addict that could help me out. I didn't want to tell him that I was right down the block from his dealers house because I didn't want him to know that my plan was to try to go straight through his dealer, cutting him out as the middleman, so I told him I was by the train station still (a 40 min walk to the dealers house) which backfired because the dealer told my boy he was leaving in 10 minutes so I would have had to make it there within that time, but since my boy thought I was still all the way by the train station he told the guy I was too far away to be able to catch him in time. Oh well...
