RedLeader
Bluelight Crew
Well today has been on of the more interesting days of my recent life...
Woke up today and immediately the world was against me. Bad news after bad news, before my morning coffee even. So I went into 'fuck it mode,' grabbed my tax return and took off. Where? I didn't know, but I had to make some bad decisions. I just had to...
No dealers or open air in Recoveryville, so I went to the casino. Bought in with just under half of my tax return amount. Did not accept the complementary drinks. I accepted the fact that the money probably would be gone.
A few short hours later, I have multiplied my money by 5. And I walk away. Have not held that much cash in my hands in a very long time.
Immediately decided that I was going to buy myself something nice with the money so that O don't buy a one way ticket to North Jersey. Hit up the travel agency. Now I STUPIDLY ripped a page out of my passport to use to blow lines a few months ago. So the passport is not valid and I gotta renew. Ah, but I have an out-of-state warrant, so that ain't gonna happen. From elated to depressed.
Mope over to the bus stop and begin to wait. And then I hear (verbatim, you can't make this up) "hey umm..sorry to bother ya, but would you wanna buy some shit...like drug shit?"
I turned to the pale-faced boy and said "why..why yes, I think I would like to buy some drugs off of you."
Got some Somas and weed, and a phone number. I have smoked weed 6 times in the past five years. Two hits and I was FUCKED. It felt like 2005 again. WHERE ARE THE FRESHMAN GIRLS?? I sat there for two hours lost in a cloud of smoke. I wanted to call the number to ask for some h but something inside me kept me from doing it. I like to think it is my will to stay clean, but it probably was instead the level 100 anxiety from too much weed.
I missed the last bus and my phone died on me. Walked ten miles home, a lot of it through dicey neighborhoods, with a wad of hundreds and a pocket of drugs. Did not see one taxi.
So ya, it took seven weeks in Recoveryville to find a dealer/middle, and it happened the same day I got money. I need to figure out a smart way to spend this money, or at least most of it. Tomorrow morning I am going to wake/bake and revert back to the college way - never not stoned. And see how that lifestyle change affects my life.
But ya, got money and a number. We all know that I am probably fucked.
Woke up today and immediately the world was against me. Bad news after bad news, before my morning coffee even. So I went into 'fuck it mode,' grabbed my tax return and took off. Where? I didn't know, but I had to make some bad decisions. I just had to...
No dealers or open air in Recoveryville, so I went to the casino. Bought in with just under half of my tax return amount. Did not accept the complementary drinks. I accepted the fact that the money probably would be gone.
A few short hours later, I have multiplied my money by 5. And I walk away. Have not held that much cash in my hands in a very long time.
Immediately decided that I was going to buy myself something nice with the money so that O don't buy a one way ticket to North Jersey. Hit up the travel agency. Now I STUPIDLY ripped a page out of my passport to use to blow lines a few months ago. So the passport is not valid and I gotta renew. Ah, but I have an out-of-state warrant, so that ain't gonna happen. From elated to depressed.
Mope over to the bus stop and begin to wait. And then I hear (verbatim, you can't make this up) "hey umm..sorry to bother ya, but would you wanna buy some shit...like drug shit?"
I turned to the pale-faced boy and said "why..why yes, I think I would like to buy some drugs off of you."
Got some Somas and weed, and a phone number. I have smoked weed 6 times in the past five years. Two hits and I was FUCKED. It felt like 2005 again. WHERE ARE THE FRESHMAN GIRLS?? I sat there for two hours lost in a cloud of smoke. I wanted to call the number to ask for some h but something inside me kept me from doing it. I like to think it is my will to stay clean, but it probably was instead the level 100 anxiety from too much weed.
I missed the last bus and my phone died on me. Walked ten miles home, a lot of it through dicey neighborhoods, with a wad of hundreds and a pocket of drugs. Did not see one taxi.
So ya, it took seven weeks in Recoveryville to find a dealer/middle, and it happened the same day I got money. I need to figure out a smart way to spend this money, or at least most of it. Tomorrow morning I am going to wake/bake and revert back to the college way - never not stoned. And see how that lifestyle change affects my life.
But ya, got money and a number. We all know that I am probably fucked.
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