Yesterday I realized that even though my friends are junkies, they care about me like family in a sense...but we're a junkie family...you know what I mean? Like, get this.
I had been thinking about getting another dub of black but my homie beat me to the punch and called me first asking if I could give him and his lady a ride into town. I wasn't doing anything important and was planning on copping anyway so I said I'd be there in 45min. When I picked them up they were both in a rather chipper mood making me laugh the whole way into town. After they made some money from selling some benzo's we wen't and copped some H and like we always do, we went into king soopers to get high after.
I didn't cook my whole shot, maybe about 3/4ths of it, but I could tell it was a little more then I was used to. While cooking my shot I was so excited that I spaced the two valium's that I took only an hour prior to shooting which led to my scary experience. After shooting I knew I did too much, not enough to overdose, but I coudln't even stand on both feet. I have cuts on my leg from falling in the parking lot afterword's trying to get to my car. I even ditched my rig in the dirt because I was so positive that a cop was going to see me and question me.
The moment my homies saw me they freaked out and knew I did too much. My skin had lost all color and I could barely talk. Then to my surprise...they took care of me. Getting me water, and sticking around to make sure I didn't sit still and go into a nod that I wouldn't ever wake up from. You know, I always thought of my junkie friends as the kind of people where if I came close to overdosing, they would just steal my dope and money and leave me in an alley. But after today, I realized I got love for them and they got love for me...while only these two for now.
I had been thinking about getting another dub of black but my homie beat me to the punch and called me first asking if I could give him and his lady a ride into town. I wasn't doing anything important and was planning on copping anyway so I said I'd be there in 45min. When I picked them up they were both in a rather chipper mood making me laugh the whole way into town. After they made some money from selling some benzo's we wen't and copped some H and like we always do, we went into king soopers to get high after.
I didn't cook my whole shot, maybe about 3/4ths of it, but I could tell it was a little more then I was used to. While cooking my shot I was so excited that I spaced the two valium's that I took only an hour prior to shooting which led to my scary experience. After shooting I knew I did too much, not enough to overdose, but I coudln't even stand on both feet. I have cuts on my leg from falling in the parking lot afterword's trying to get to my car. I even ditched my rig in the dirt because I was so positive that a cop was going to see me and question me.
The moment my homies saw me they freaked out and knew I did too much. My skin had lost all color and I could barely talk. Then to my surprise...they took care of me. Getting me water, and sticking around to make sure I didn't sit still and go into a nod that I wouldn't ever wake up from. You know, I always thought of my junkie friends as the kind of people where if I came close to overdosing, they would just steal my dope and money and leave me in an alley. But after today, I realized I got love for them and they got love for me...while only these two for now.