TheDayTheCountryDied
Greenlighter
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- Jun 2, 2019
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Leading up to a 6 year prison term one would say I was an addict; probation, parents, girlfriend (who was an addict) and friends would all argue to the teeth that I was addicted to drugs. But I always believed there was a fine line between addiction and simply not giving a fuck. I wasn't, or am not an addict, albeit during that time I was out of control with drug use, I always knew I would never live out of a trash bag and could stop using to make shit right. Well the joke being on me at the age of 19 I ended up living out of a prison cell for 6 years... still wasn't a trash bag.
6 years later I parole, healthy and hungry to start a decent life. I had gotten high a few times locked up, as it was fucking easy to do for free as dudes are slamming, smoking or snorting in the shower right next to you. Never once did I pay for it, prices being outrageous and when the shit was good some of the Essays I was close to were too stoked not to share and would just shoot there line under your door with a present surprise... So I land a job two weeks after I got out. I've always been a good employee, a company man if you will and the opportunity for advancement was ripe with this company. Still there to this day and I'll tell you hard work does pay off. Although upon paroling, all I really wanted to do was a fat shot of meth but I told myself I had to get on my feet first to justify it, as a reward. I knew if I jumped into it without anything to lose I would not give a fuck and simply violate parole... Trying to keep a long story short... With a few grand saved, decent clothes, truck, healthy, strong, damn good attitude I'm ready to get high as fuck so I take a 4 day weekend and I hit up an old friend...
Stoked on life, cruising down the 22 seeing all the old familiar streets and buildings one would normally see on his way to Garbage Grove, I've got that anticipation building up. First I haven't seen my good buddy in 6 years who's unfortunately doing the same shit and not much better, you sleep in the own bed you make. It was fucking cool though, shit was all done up ready for me to bang. Ended up being a 5 day weekend, last two days in and out of a decent nod for recovery. I've only ever gotten a sack of white if some black were nearby... Back to work and all is well.
Fast forward about 8 months and I've got a bad ass girlfriend I've known for a long time and BAM she's pregnant. I've only gotten high a few times in that time frame, without her knowing because she would freak. But now I'm like what the fuck, I've just done a decent chunk of time upstate got a mediocre job and now I'm going to have to be responsible for something other than myself... a fucking human for that matter. The question to keep the baby arises. Of course we're keeping the baby, I've got my life under control and I've always dreamed of being a father. We're still together to this day 5 years later and all is well, actually trying to have 2 more and almost ready to buy a house. Crazy shit, but I still want to get high, because regardless of what situation my life has ever been in and how many times I've denied it and will in the future I fucking love getting high or low, but would never at the expense of anything I love or am responsible for. But, now that we're all older, some locked up, dead or clean from it all its probably for the better that I no longer have a plug. But it always creeps back...
P.S. This was an introduction obviously and as I continue to explore the ins and outs of Bluelight I would gladly continue with the many in betweens of my life from when it started in my teens to now. Most times I find myself living vicariously through many of the "good" stories and experiences on here and it can satisfy that perpetual urge that creeps back for some time but for the most part my real intention for ever being here was finding out what the fuck happened to the quality of street drugs. Being out of the scene and having to stray to new sources has lead to a couple of fucked up ( and interesting ) deals concerning product that was fucking TRIPPY. Bluelight did help in these situations as to figure out and give insight as to what I had just received. For that I thank you all...
6 years later I parole, healthy and hungry to start a decent life. I had gotten high a few times locked up, as it was fucking easy to do for free as dudes are slamming, smoking or snorting in the shower right next to you. Never once did I pay for it, prices being outrageous and when the shit was good some of the Essays I was close to were too stoked not to share and would just shoot there line under your door with a present surprise... So I land a job two weeks after I got out. I've always been a good employee, a company man if you will and the opportunity for advancement was ripe with this company. Still there to this day and I'll tell you hard work does pay off. Although upon paroling, all I really wanted to do was a fat shot of meth but I told myself I had to get on my feet first to justify it, as a reward. I knew if I jumped into it without anything to lose I would not give a fuck and simply violate parole... Trying to keep a long story short... With a few grand saved, decent clothes, truck, healthy, strong, damn good attitude I'm ready to get high as fuck so I take a 4 day weekend and I hit up an old friend...
Stoked on life, cruising down the 22 seeing all the old familiar streets and buildings one would normally see on his way to Garbage Grove, I've got that anticipation building up. First I haven't seen my good buddy in 6 years who's unfortunately doing the same shit and not much better, you sleep in the own bed you make. It was fucking cool though, shit was all done up ready for me to bang. Ended up being a 5 day weekend, last two days in and out of a decent nod for recovery. I've only ever gotten a sack of white if some black were nearby... Back to work and all is well.
Fast forward about 8 months and I've got a bad ass girlfriend I've known for a long time and BAM she's pregnant. I've only gotten high a few times in that time frame, without her knowing because she would freak. But now I'm like what the fuck, I've just done a decent chunk of time upstate got a mediocre job and now I'm going to have to be responsible for something other than myself... a fucking human for that matter. The question to keep the baby arises. Of course we're keeping the baby, I've got my life under control and I've always dreamed of being a father. We're still together to this day 5 years later and all is well, actually trying to have 2 more and almost ready to buy a house. Crazy shit, but I still want to get high, because regardless of what situation my life has ever been in and how many times I've denied it and will in the future I fucking love getting high or low, but would never at the expense of anything I love or am responsible for. But, now that we're all older, some locked up, dead or clean from it all its probably for the better that I no longer have a plug. But it always creeps back...
P.S. This was an introduction obviously and as I continue to explore the ins and outs of Bluelight I would gladly continue with the many in betweens of my life from when it started in my teens to now. Most times I find myself living vicariously through many of the "good" stories and experiences on here and it can satisfy that perpetual urge that creeps back for some time but for the most part my real intention for ever being here was finding out what the fuck happened to the quality of street drugs. Being out of the scene and having to stray to new sources has lead to a couple of fucked up ( and interesting ) deals concerning product that was fucking TRIPPY. Bluelight did help in these situations as to figure out and give insight as to what I had just received. For that I thank you all...
