So, with my wife parting ways with me at the Ben Gurion airport, heading back to Moscow, I pressed 5 thousand rubles in her hand and she stood in line to wait to go on her flight.
I walked out, heavy heart, but since we had made up before she left, i felt much better than i normally would. i jumped in the taxi i had called and he drove me to the central bus station. we discussed immigration to europe and how europe is committing suicide, how the mass immigration waves will destroy europe for good, and the driver agreed. "they are insane, insane people, this is why we should thank god we have israel, that will never happen here." as he said that, the lewinsky street scene appeared, and i felt on edge. africans were all over, crossing back and forth. "but we do have these filthy africans here, but soon they will be deported, they are all criminals, filth, liars." i nodded, not one to egg on violent xenophobia, even if i disprove of suicidal immigration policy. we all have limits.
the cab pulled up, and the driver turned to me. "god bless you, welcome home to OUR land, be careful my son, be careful" i nodded, paid him, and walked away.
the first thing you do with no connects, no numbers, no leads is, you research "crime areas" "known drug areas" and if you are lucky you will read police reports, news articles and more. my research i had done up before this point led me to rough area near the "two central stations", and i figured i would try my luck, seeing as how i was marooned in tel aviv for another 48 hours due to rosh hashana, and i had 800 shekels to drop. my research led me to believe that i could be overcharged, and i compiled a list of terms i could use to get my point across.
almost all the time junkies are standoffish. in the usa, you get asked if you are "a cop" many times, not because they believe you will tell them if you are, but to judge your reaction. if you sweat it or do anything but laugh or smile, they know, and ditch you.
in Israel - this is not the case for some reason. i dont know why, but no one suspected a thing. within 3 minutes i found an obvious junkie sitting on the ground wearing a cast on his food begging for change. i put it to him bluntly "hey bruv, you speak english?" he smiled and nodded. "yeah", and i said "wanna make some cash bruv?" he nodded. i used slang i had picked up, ad then for good measure said "heroin" to him. he stood right the fuck up and said "ok i will take you to dealer".
we ended up walking down to a dope spot, and all the time, i wondered if he was taking me to get robbed at gun point, or if cops would stop us. he was drooling out of his mouth, laughing wildly, shouting, basically all te shit you DO NOT do when trying to cop hard drugs.
well, we walk along slowly, as he is hobbling. everyone is staring at us, and it is obvious why i am with him. i felt the cops coming down on me, but kept goin despite it.
ten minutes later, under the bridge of a well known train station, the junkie led me to some benches, told me to sit, and took my money to score a gram of heroin.
we went to an area nearby and dumped out some powder and sniffed it, while little african children ran around us. it was akward. i parted ways with the junkie who wanted to meet up asap and took off with the rest of my shit.
i called a friend and walked through south tel aviv high as hell, stopping to take bumps. i got to a hostel, booked a room and spent the time snorting my gram, and then when i was plesently high, i strolled out and bumped into a gorgeous polish girl, and began spitting game immediately. she ate it up. but when i pushed to escalate, and offered food, she kept refusing, not a good sign, so left her and went to go eat, came back, went to bed, and the next day left the hostel early.
i walked back to the dope spot, and saw a man sitting there who was there from before, i handed him money and he went and got it, handed it to me, and i thanked him and walked away. he kept speaking russian to me, telling me he was happy another russian had come.
from this point on, i always came to the same place to score. no matter what time of the day or night, there is someone standing outside, ready to sell as much as you want. my routine goes as follows.
by the dope, and if it isnt hot, sit and chill and do my stuff under the bridge. if it is hot, walk into the bus station, go down deep into the lower levels where i have a spot i go to, dump out my gram and snort it all. then as the dope hits, i walk slowly upstairs through the deserted complex and buy some pizza, eat it, and then go catch my bus home where i talk all night to friends.
I walked out, heavy heart, but since we had made up before she left, i felt much better than i normally would. i jumped in the taxi i had called and he drove me to the central bus station. we discussed immigration to europe and how europe is committing suicide, how the mass immigration waves will destroy europe for good, and the driver agreed. "they are insane, insane people, this is why we should thank god we have israel, that will never happen here." as he said that, the lewinsky street scene appeared, and i felt on edge. africans were all over, crossing back and forth. "but we do have these filthy africans here, but soon they will be deported, they are all criminals, filth, liars." i nodded, not one to egg on violent xenophobia, even if i disprove of suicidal immigration policy. we all have limits.
the cab pulled up, and the driver turned to me. "god bless you, welcome home to OUR land, be careful my son, be careful" i nodded, paid him, and walked away.
the first thing you do with no connects, no numbers, no leads is, you research "crime areas" "known drug areas" and if you are lucky you will read police reports, news articles and more. my research i had done up before this point led me to rough area near the "two central stations", and i figured i would try my luck, seeing as how i was marooned in tel aviv for another 48 hours due to rosh hashana, and i had 800 shekels to drop. my research led me to believe that i could be overcharged, and i compiled a list of terms i could use to get my point across.
almost all the time junkies are standoffish. in the usa, you get asked if you are "a cop" many times, not because they believe you will tell them if you are, but to judge your reaction. if you sweat it or do anything but laugh or smile, they know, and ditch you.
in Israel - this is not the case for some reason. i dont know why, but no one suspected a thing. within 3 minutes i found an obvious junkie sitting on the ground wearing a cast on his food begging for change. i put it to him bluntly "hey bruv, you speak english?" he smiled and nodded. "yeah", and i said "wanna make some cash bruv?" he nodded. i used slang i had picked up, ad then for good measure said "heroin" to him. he stood right the fuck up and said "ok i will take you to dealer".
we ended up walking down to a dope spot, and all the time, i wondered if he was taking me to get robbed at gun point, or if cops would stop us. he was drooling out of his mouth, laughing wildly, shouting, basically all te shit you DO NOT do when trying to cop hard drugs.
well, we walk along slowly, as he is hobbling. everyone is staring at us, and it is obvious why i am with him. i felt the cops coming down on me, but kept goin despite it.
ten minutes later, under the bridge of a well known train station, the junkie led me to some benches, told me to sit, and took my money to score a gram of heroin.
we went to an area nearby and dumped out some powder and sniffed it, while little african children ran around us. it was akward. i parted ways with the junkie who wanted to meet up asap and took off with the rest of my shit.
i called a friend and walked through south tel aviv high as hell, stopping to take bumps. i got to a hostel, booked a room and spent the time snorting my gram, and then when i was plesently high, i strolled out and bumped into a gorgeous polish girl, and began spitting game immediately. she ate it up. but when i pushed to escalate, and offered food, she kept refusing, not a good sign, so left her and went to go eat, came back, went to bed, and the next day left the hostel early.
i walked back to the dope spot, and saw a man sitting there who was there from before, i handed him money and he went and got it, handed it to me, and i thanked him and walked away. he kept speaking russian to me, telling me he was happy another russian had come.
from this point on, i always came to the same place to score. no matter what time of the day or night, there is someone standing outside, ready to sell as much as you want. my routine goes as follows.
by the dope, and if it isnt hot, sit and chill and do my stuff under the bridge. if it is hot, walk into the bus station, go down deep into the lower levels where i have a spot i go to, dump out my gram and snort it all. then as the dope hits, i walk slowly upstairs through the deserted complex and buy some pizza, eat it, and then go catch my bus home where i talk all night to friends.