Fake tar

My gf and I are bouncing between Portland Ore and San Fran Cal for the foreseeable future until one of us finds a permanent job in either city. We currently each have temporary jobs whose duration is unspecified. She still has her apartment in SF. And there is a neighbor with a wifi router designated "sexygirl69" who has been generously donating internet access to her neighbors, including me...

Now that it's summer, it's easy to take time off work to travel. I'm tryign to think of some place to go for a 4 day weekend. Maybe backpacking. The Sierra Club in the Bay Area is very active in backpacking, hiking, peak-bagging, etc. Maybe I will try to hook up with them (the under 40 crowd, not the usual geriatrics who limp along unbelievably slowly and make a 3 hour hike take 12 hours) and

A few days ago, I noticed that my Teva sandals (bought 10 years ago) had started to delaminate -- the sole of the left sandal was starting to peel off. So yesterday, I glued it back on with silicone sealant and let it cure overnight. I'm wearign them again today and they are staying together. so far so good.

Yesterday, I went down to the waterfront and bought what I thought was tar heroin (I know, never buy drugs on the street. The current experience only confirms this.). The guy selling it broke it off a larger piece he was keeping in a black plastic bag. When I tried to dissolve it, it was hard and chunky and only partially dissolved in a bit of water in a spoon when heated. It had a strong vinegar smell that was almost floral. I've never seen tar before --- I was pretty sure by now that I had been ripped off, but still, I squirted some of it up my nose to see if it would do anything and not kill me.

 

What the fuc*!!! You end the entry there? I get it! You are trying a new style, like a "cliffhanger" hahahahahah. Anyway, any asshole ripping a piece off of a chunk is playing games. The following is entirely theoretical since BL is against any and all discussion of overtly illegal acts: Me? I would go to a methadone clinic, there is always a corner or a donut store, etc. where the lifers hang out, the kind that will be more than happy to cop. Pick an elderly user. The younger ones are cockstrong, out for "game," and be firm.

If they tell you, "The connect doesn't deal with anyone he doesn't know, I have to go myself" simply say, "You take care of yourself, nice meeting you."

The piece you buy them (or cash u give them) will lead you to a good connection. Never give them money until after you have walked up to the connect with them and done the dirt.

Tar is always hit and miss but that IS the West Coast. The weird thing is, Up to Seattle it is all you see. Go 50 miles into BC and all you get is SE #4, best white powder in the world out of Vancouver. In fact, if I were to make a life in that hemisphere, and I never will, Vancouver would be the city, Heroin Maintenance, Dihydrocodeine Maintenance, Heroin Injection Rooms, "Free Areas" like in Barcelona, where the police let business take place in a de facto legal setting.

 

Sorry, I ran out of gas before I could finish. Then I was distracted by somethign else, but I will follow-up shortly. Also, thakns for the suggestion. It is good advice and has merit on bl as a theoretical form of harm reduction. There are plenty of methadone clinics and needle exchanges around here.