Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
isnt it funny how drugs break friendships?
I had a good friend I met in jail/rehab (not best place to meet a friend but still). we ended up both being released to the same in-house rehab program. that was the spectrum house back in 04 here in MA. when both released I had to go into a halfway house because it was court appointted and he got to head home. from there we became friends and stayed sober for a bit. hung out, grab food, etc. then he got back into 80's (they were still around then) and I was staying away because I still had piss tests, etc. toward the end of those tests I started to dabble more and more and 80s. he was giving me "friend" pricing at the time. once 80's got cut we moved to 30's and my pricing got higher and hgher. as time went on we moved to BROWN TOWN and he'd sel my G's for things that did NOT WEIGH OUT TO A G AT ALL! the friendship fell apart to drugs and he just became a dealer; sure, we'd both still talk as friends a bit but pricing was DEF NOT FRIEND PRICING. once in a GREAT WHILE he'd let me pick up a quarter ounce for HIS PRICE, or so he says, but even that was NOTHING compared to what I was paying.
its just funny how drugs kills friendships; then again, the kid and I met in jail, so what did I really expect? ha.
I had a good friend I met in jail/rehab (not best place to meet a friend but still). we ended up both being released to the same in-house rehab program. that was the spectrum house back in 04 here in MA. when both released I had to go into a halfway house because it was court appointted and he got to head home. from there we became friends and stayed sober for a bit. hung out, grab food, etc. then he got back into 80's (they were still around then) and I was staying away because I still had piss tests, etc. toward the end of those tests I started to dabble more and more and 80s. he was giving me "friend" pricing at the time. once 80's got cut we moved to 30's and my pricing got higher and hgher. as time went on we moved to BROWN TOWN and he'd sel my G's for things that did NOT WEIGH OUT TO A G AT ALL! the friendship fell apart to drugs and he just became a dealer; sure, we'd both still talk as friends a bit but pricing was DEF NOT FRIEND PRICING. once in a GREAT WHILE he'd let me pick up a quarter ounce for HIS PRICE, or so he says, but even that was NOTHING compared to what I was paying.
its just funny how drugs kills friendships; then again, the kid and I met in jail, so what did I really expect? ha.