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What's the worst thing you've done to get drug money?

beetlebum said:
Lies,constant unbelievable lies, the worst part being usually to family members and those who trust me for some reason..I really fuckin hate my guts now that I think about it...Fuck I suck.
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Don't beat yourself up, you just have a disease that needs treatment....I really want to help you. For $10,000 dollars, I'll introduce you to AA meetings and show you how to clean toilets...and then, you'll be as good as new! Just PM me your CC# and we'll get things started...

^That's a joke!

But honestly, what's in the past is in the past....Drugs make people do cray things that go against what they would normally do, don't beat yourself up....

Oh yeah, 12 steps meetings are free, if you wanna give those a try!
 
Snarky91 said:
Stop bullshitting. Obviously you wouldn't embellish it if was real because you'd be ashamed. So all I can say is go ahead with the bullshit: Nigerian this pakistnai chinaman etc.
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'Not embellishing because you'd be ashamed' would pretty much discount every thread on this post. And I am ashamed. She wanted drugs too at the time so was willing, but I still should have stopped it from happening.
 
BlueHues said:
Don't beat yourself up, you just have a disease that needs treatment....I really want to help you. For $10,000 dollars, I'll introduce you to AA meetings and show you how to clean toilets...and then, you'll be as good as new! Just PM me your CC# and we'll get things started...

^That's a joke!

But honestly, what's in the past is in the past....Drugs make people do cray things that go against what they would normally do, don't beat yourself up....

Oh yeah, 12 steps meetings are free, if you wanna give those a try!
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that cracked me up
 
When I first started taking Xanax with methadone years ago I would blackout and go on ungodly binges. Once I blacked out for a whole week. I came out of this Xanax haze only to find that I was walking in the absolute worst crack infested neighborhood in Orlando. I didn't know how I got there or why I was there. So I spot my car about a block down. I walk up to it and this ghetto chick comes out of the house and says "Lets go I got the shit. We about to hit the block."

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say so I got in the car and we proceeded to drive around in my car selling crack. Curiosity and sanity got the best of me so I start inquiring as to how we knew each other and what we were doing. She slammed on the breaks and looked at me like I was nuts. She said "Boy! you don't remember meeting me. Smoking a thousand dollars in crack and then going off to get more money. Only to come back with your dad's credit card. You don't remember filling up peoples tanks for money."

" Damn.... I guess not." Was my best reply

"Boy your dad was one pissed off motherfucka when he called. He done cut the card off 'cause you done spent $3000"

I gasped in horror. I was literally unable to breath and grabbing my chest. I was so ashamed to go home that I rode around with this chick for 3 more days hustling crack and smoking the profit. On one of these days I went to the methadone clinic only to find out that I had already gone there when I was blacked out on the wrong day. They took one look at me and led me to the back for a drug test, which I had immediately failed. They had then refused to dose me because I was positive for benzos and proceeded to do the same thing for the next 4 days.

On the last day we were running low on cash so this chick drives to this old ass dudes house. He buys crack under the pretense that she fuck him. So there I am sitting in this dirty ass kitchen at 4:00 in the morning withdrawing from methadone and smoking crack, while this chick and the guy's moans compete with blaring porn in the next room. All the while I am banging on the door demanding more crack. They finally get pissed at me and throw me a few more rocks.

The next morning I walk out to the car only to find that I am out of gas and money and must walk two miles with the gas can to beg for gas. I am still withdrawing from methadone and now coming down from a hellacious crack binge. I manage to get the gas, the car and more gas to make it to the clinic downtown. I finally get half of my dose while they observe me. Only to be met by my dad, who promptly turns me over to their rehab service. Where I am met by more madness that can be followed soon in "The Rehab Chronicles".
 
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Haha. It's not a different language. We have the same keyboard, and you don't type in accents.. words are words. There are plenty of UK'ers on this forum who string together complete and understandable sentences.
 
Right now I'm waiting until my grandma gets up and I'm gonna ravage her purse. I haven't stole for a long time but I need money bad
 
This is something so shameful, I barely ever permit myself to think about it.

When my son was eight, as per common practice/tradition in our faith, he made his First Holy Communion. Family & friends attended the lovely party his dad and I gave him afterwards, and brought gifts. We opened them after the party. Some folks gave beautiful religious items as gifts, but most gave envelopes with cash. He netted almost $200.00. That's a lot of cash for a little kid, so we told him he could keep half, to go buy something special he wanted, and the other half would go into the mutual fund his great uncles had set up for his college education.

I'm sure you all see where this is going. I took his "college money" and ran up that very evening to see my pill guy. And bought opiates with my son's communion money. Money given him, with love, to celebrate his religious milestone and full participation in our faith.

I did replace the money plus extra within a couple months, but it was still a horrible thing to do, and I carry a shame and sadness about it. Still, nine years later. My son is my whole world, and the fact that I ever put drugs ahead of him is something I will never live down in my mind.
 
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Well you did make amends so I do not think you should continue to beat yourself up over it anymore seeing how you replaced the money. Just never do that again.

I knew someone who took his son's only shoes when they were new and returned them to the store and used the money for dope and the child was left without shoes until someone gave him a pair. So the kid suffered greatly so his father figure could get well for several hours. When his wife informed me of this I decided I would have nothing to do with him under any circumstances.

Sometimes with the "toys for tots" program people will take the receipts and return the gifts for dope money.

I know of an entire family that sells dope, their bodies, and steals to support their habits despite the fact that they had more than enough money. I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with them. I would say two of them have a tie for the most despicable people I have ever had the displeasure of knowing and at one point they were very good people.

I would say snitching is both dumb, despicable, and unforgivable (even by God). It will most likely result in harm to the snitch and their friends and family. Also the law will continue to arrest this person and demand more snitching. In the long run the snitch ends up in prison or dead along with the people closest to them. More often then not snitches end up being tortured, raped, and killed. It is dumber than words can describe.

Police are allowed to lie in order to get someone to snitch and the snitch further self-incriminates themselves. The more they talk the worse it gets for them. The police do not give a shit what happens to the snitch.

People do far worse things such as murder, kidnapping, and pimping out someone against their will which would be the worst especially if it is a child or innocent person. I am positive that worse unimaginable things have been done for personal gain. It is a terrible thing.

It is just best to avoid scumbags, theives, liars, and malicious people. End of story.
 
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Nothing yet but i really think i'm gonna have to do something soon. There's some Maui Wowie going around my town that i REALLY DO NOT want to miss out on. Like reeeeeeeaaaaallllly don't want to miss out on. And some literally pure cocaine but that isn't as high a priority as one of the strains i've always wanted to try.
 
JustaChippa said:
I did replace the money plus extra within a couple months, but it was still a horrible thing to do, and I carry a shame and sadness about it. Still, nine years later. My son is my whole world, and the fact that I ever put drugs ahead of him is something I will never live down in my mind.
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You replaced it. It's weird how we attach special significance to certain monetary bills. They're ultimately all the same. You replaced the money. That is the key.
It was a shameful thing. We've all, as evidenced by this thread, done shameful things. The only thing you can do, following doing something you regret, is to fix the situation as best you can. You did that. You paid your penance. If the Catholic Church is about anything, it's about forgiveness. The Christian god would have forgiven you long ago. You should do the same.
 
So much lying I can't forgive myself. Drinking friends and family stealing alcohol , pills and lying about why I needed moneyp
 
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