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From,
TJ5
Hey Suzy u asked me was Turbo and Spice a book, well i had emailed u a copy maybe a couple months or so ago. It had taken place in dec 2001, during the good old days when i got away with having my CrystalMethSlammers or CMS yahoo group for 6 years b4 an undercover pig tried to join. I remember the fuckers brazen yahoo ID "takedown. . ." and wot i think was a New York City zip code or precinct#. He didnt even bother to try and not LOOK like a cop with his profile picture! "Fuck me tender," i sed under my breath. He had a crew cut and expression that sed narc police. I assumed he was banking on the moderator, me thinking i prob didnt even bother screening who joined the group, as we talked pretty openly about all aspects of drug, mainly slammin speed and i no people sometimes met connects, which is how and y i met bobby spice aka peter right off my site, but only did speed every 3 months and took a week off work to do it. Did that 2 years until the damn methadone companies i worked for insisted on nurses working these rediculous 9 or 12 days in a row and wudnt let me hav the unpaid time off. So back to using full time, and when i insisted on sticking up for my rites, shit i often let slide WAY longer than i ever did clean, i got the boot---and saddled back on the beast again lol. The book was rather long i assumed thats y u didnt read it so i sent u one page excerpt instead with the other thread i sent u. The story is also on my A Chemical Romance Group on yahoo. Its been dead since i have no home pc and because after having all my years of hard work deleted after 6 years, then some asshole whined to yahoo about my CMS2 group after 2 years-- along with yet ANOTHER freaken account closed email too and everything, i sed fuck it. The chem group i made unlisted so no one knows its even there unless i invite them personally. Its a shame i had some DAMN good info, lost because the drug topic unless
promoting complete abstainence is a violation of yahoos terms. If ur still a member u can
access the stories.
As for above thread it occured in may and june 2005 barely holding onto the expensive motel rent each week, barely able to pay for my habit in the end and rent was $312/week. Ever notice how in that line of work biz is fine or more than u want, until the day u really DO need itat which point biz is a slow at best, til being forced to leave yet another place for lack of money. In my case i was allowed to spend 2 nights at my connect/runner Susie & Scotts place and even given permission to work paying customers since they gave me their unoccupied parents room who were comin back the day i left. It didnt matter. I was out of dope and my morale so low that even trying to hustle money to score more dope felt pointless. I lived at Aimee and Lindas a week, left for motel as i didnt want to wear out my welcome and after 1998 drama, made sure from then on in terms of friends i made it a point to be the one to leave first . That way fucked as it was, it was still my choice and my friendships intact. Totally defeated, jobless and being forced to go on interviews the number 1 on my list for hate to do's lay ahead back in moms house and feeling no better than the lowest scum for failing AGAIN at being able to support myself, i went hanging my head in shame at the bleak no money, no job, no motivation for fuck all. And that was when i always wanted dope the most cause for a week i hid out and slept til moms ragging - and broken car with no money to fix it got me to do the 2 mile walk to Lindas - plus the unexpected relief of a couple lines i got from a deal, plus a stranger who saw me walking home offered a ride, $15 for my phone that of course had no money, and later the offer of dinner which i scarfed down for being so hungry, knowing my suspicions he did speed were true since he ordered no food for himself but talked a mile a minute from the second he picked me up off the street. I always wait for the stranger to bring up the dope topic and wen the night ended for me and he dropd me home at 3am, thanked god i HAD gotten out of the house even though grim and bleak were the themes of the last couple weeks. I wud of misd out on the 2 lines of tweak from a deal at lindas as well as the two lines the stranger gave me for later.
http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=205787&referrerid=73374
From,
TJ5
Hey Suzy u asked me was Turbo and Spice a book, well i had emailed u a copy maybe a couple months or so ago. It had taken place in dec 2001, during the good old days when i got away with having my CrystalMethSlammers or CMS yahoo group for 6 years b4 an undercover pig tried to join. I remember the fuckers brazen yahoo ID "takedown. . ." and wot i think was a New York City zip code or precinct#. He didnt even bother to try and not LOOK like a cop with his profile picture! "Fuck me tender," i sed under my breath. He had a crew cut and expression that sed narc police. I assumed he was banking on the moderator, me thinking i prob didnt even bother screening who joined the group, as we talked pretty openly about all aspects of drug, mainly slammin speed and i no people sometimes met connects, which is how and y i met bobby spice aka peter right off my site, but only did speed every 3 months and took a week off work to do it. Did that 2 years until the damn methadone companies i worked for insisted on nurses working these rediculous 9 or 12 days in a row and wudnt let me hav the unpaid time off. So back to using full time, and when i insisted on sticking up for my rites, shit i often let slide WAY longer than i ever did clean, i got the boot---and saddled back on the beast again lol. The book was rather long i assumed thats y u didnt read it so i sent u one page excerpt instead with the other thread i sent u. The story is also on my A Chemical Romance Group on yahoo. Its been dead since i have no home pc and because after having all my years of hard work deleted after 6 years, then some asshole whined to yahoo about my CMS2 group after 2 years-- along with yet ANOTHER freaken account closed email too and everything, i sed fuck it. The chem group i made unlisted so no one knows its even there unless i invite them personally. Its a shame i had some DAMN good info, lost because the drug topic unless
promoting complete abstainence is a violation of yahoos terms. If ur still a member u can
access the stories.
As for above thread it occured in may and june 2005 barely holding onto the expensive motel rent each week, barely able to pay for my habit in the end and rent was $312/week. Ever notice how in that line of work biz is fine or more than u want, until the day u really DO need itat which point biz is a slow at best, til being forced to leave yet another place for lack of money. In my case i was allowed to spend 2 nights at my connect/runner Susie & Scotts place and even given permission to work paying customers since they gave me their unoccupied parents room who were comin back the day i left. It didnt matter. I was out of dope and my morale so low that even trying to hustle money to score more dope felt pointless. I lived at Aimee and Lindas a week, left for motel as i didnt want to wear out my welcome and after 1998 drama, made sure from then on in terms of friends i made it a point to be the one to leave first . That way fucked as it was, it was still my choice and my friendships intact. Totally defeated, jobless and being forced to go on interviews the number 1 on my list for hate to do's lay ahead back in moms house and feeling no better than the lowest scum for failing AGAIN at being able to support myself, i went hanging my head in shame at the bleak no money, no job, no motivation for fuck all. And that was when i always wanted dope the most cause for a week i hid out and slept til moms ragging - and broken car with no money to fix it got me to do the 2 mile walk to Lindas - plus the unexpected relief of a couple lines i got from a deal, plus a stranger who saw me walking home offered a ride, $15 for my phone that of course had no money, and later the offer of dinner which i scarfed down for being so hungry, knowing my suspicions he did speed were true since he ordered no food for himself but talked a mile a minute from the second he picked me up off the street. I always wait for the stranger to bring up the dope topic and wen the night ended for me and he dropd me home at 3am, thanked god i HAD gotten out of the house even though grim and bleak were the themes of the last couple weeks. I wud of misd out on the 2 lines of tweak from a deal at lindas as well as the two lines the stranger gave me for later.