Ahh the irony of your words. Im self-righteous? Your post is dumb, and more self-righteous than anything Ive ever posted. I originally posted out of curiosity about the Lawndale bust and mentioned one thing that HELPED w/ an opiod habit. Id hoped to find some intelligent conversation but have fastly realized that aint gonna happen. Believe what you wish Itchy... I couldn't care less what you think. I'll probably retire from posting and leave the threads to those who embrace the allure of smack versus the harm it can induce. I dont judge until Im attacked... fuck, I think smack should be legalized.
And fyi, I only took a pic of the dude w/ his pants down trying to find a vein while sitting in a shit-laden bathrrom stall b/c it fell in my goddamn lap -and yeah, I was a little pissed bc I really had to piss!
Good luck scoring y'all. Be safe or whatever bullshit "Team Nod" says at the end of a post. "Team Nod", lol. That is pretty fucking funny... Id ask to try out for Shortstop but it would appear Im not viewed too favorably here or as a team player. Self-righteous Im not... inclined to better my mind and fight the good fight w/o fleeting, false highs, I suppose. Jaded and cynical, yes, I am. A good person to my fellow man and Earth's living creatures, yup, Im that too.
Followers of the God "Heroin" and the hope she brings her believers obviously rein supreme here despite the obvious repercussions to her faithful. "Hope in Heroin" -great bumper sticker. *sigh* (Im an atheist, I dont believe in Heroin or any God.)
Peace and Love Peace and Love.
WTF did I miss while I was gone? This guy must have done too much dope or something haha.
What a crazy few weeks it has been for me. I am now, officially, divorced but had to go into a women's shelter (again) and take a leave of absence from work. I had to file a restraining order on my ex-husband. Long story short; I lost a house to foreclosure (we bought it together) and due to the abuse and him putting me in the hospital many times, we separated. I was staying with a friend of my family with my kids while he moved his stuff out. For the most part, everything was civil until right before the 4th. I met him at the foreclosed house to get the kids only he didn't show up with the kids. This should have been the first red flag. He told me that he wanted to get his stuff out but it would be too hard having to watch the kids at the same time so it was easier to have me there to help.
He asked me to come in and help him move a few boxes out. He seemed to be in a great mood. He followed me into the house, locked the door behind me and then proceeded to beat the shit out of me. One broken nose, concussion and a lot of emotional pain later, here we are. I woke up to 3 cops trying to help me sit up, one holding a rag to my face because my nose was pouring out blood. I had no clue what was going on.
The neighbors called the cops and I left in an ambulance. I don't really remember much. He managed to get out before they arrived but they found him later that night and arrested him (I obviously filed a report). When I got out, I found that he had sent a text or called everyone in my phone from my BOSS at work down to random numbers I had stored for bill collectors, etc. He warned them to stay away from me or else. He sent my sister a text telling her I was a lesbian and wanted her to take the kids so I could run off and be with women. He sent my boss a text telling him I was quitting and going into a mental hospital. Just all kinds of crazy shit.
I was moved to a women's shelter in my county and kept there until he was served with the OOP in jail. He can't afford the bail so I'm definitely breathing a sigh of relief. He's going back to the joint anyway for violating parole. He's a raging, RAGING alcoholic and I'm grateful to have my kids away from that shit. I truly hate to see them (all girls) growing up without a dad though. I hope, for his children's sake, that he sobers the fuck up and gets help for the anger.
ANYWAY, I have been getting less than par bags here and there from a friend who usually gets hard. I've driven him to the city a few times recently and he's given me dope in return. They were green playboy bags, kind of a pasty consistency, very weak vinegar smell. I had to hit a dub and a half to get anything decent. I just use kratom in between. I was ripped off for the first time by a "good" who claimed he'd make it right. Well, he not only has avoided me like the plague but I heard through the grapevine that he went to jail for a dui and was arrested for possession. I just wish I could find an actual connect that was reliable or at least had decent shit! I either find someone who's always around with shitty shit or someone who is never around with great shit. It seems to be the big complaint here haha.
On a side note, I really hope people don't get all judgmental on me. I should be trying to stay straight but dude, you don't even know what it's like to live in constant fear and then have to explain to your kids why they won't be seeing their dad for a long time. Then moving an entire house full of shit by myself to a town a half hour away while entertaining young kids? It really sucks. Sometimes all I want to do is get high and just fade out for a few hours.
when i hear this kinda sh!t it kinda makes me want to move to mexico lol
