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Geelong ice fight: Life with an ice dealer
WHEN Carly turned 30 her drug-dealing boyfriend traded her in and started sleeping with one of his clients; an ice addict aged 16.
“I wasn’t hot enough for him in the end. I didn’t have fake boobs, fake lashes. I wasn’t blonde,” Carly says.
“He was sleeping with prostitutes, 13-year-old girls, every female who came into our house, basically.
“They would all do anything to use his gear because it was the best, top-line stuff, and people were desperate for it. When you’re full-on using ice you just do whatever. You have no morals. Sex is a massive part of it all.”
Brent’s teenage girlfriend moved in with him after Carly left and stayed until he went to prison.
Brent was in his 30s. One of the biggest and most sought-after ice dealers working between Geelong and Melbourne’s western suburbs, Brent was raking in the money when Carly finally found the courage and opportunity to board a plane and move interstate late in 2012.
He even made his own special pipes. Ice was just our life, there was nothing else.
It was a big and brave move because Brent, a narcissist and master manipulator, had always said the only way she would ever get out of the relationship, and his house, was “in a body bag”.
“When it came to ice he was king and he got what he wanted,” Carly says.
“He cooked it but he didn’t always cook it. He also had Asian suppliers and a lot of good contacts. He was an absolute perfectionist and obsessed with making and dealing the best ice.
“He was dealing 24 hours a day, seven days a week and his drugs were second to none. He even made his own special pipes. Ice was just our life, there was nothing else.”
Even Carly’s own consumption of more than $1000 worth of ice each day didn’t put a dent in Brent’s profits.
“He was rolling in money,” she says.
Carly “always had a tendency for addiction” and was drawn to misfits.
Coming from a family of drug users and dealers, there were always plenty of the latter around and it was easy to become addicted to Brent, even without his constant supply of ice.
“One minute he would give me everything and shower me with compliments but 20 minutes later he didn’t want to know me — I was a dog. I would have to wait for it to be perfect again,” she says.
An intelligent and well educated woman with a respectable career, Carly stayed with Brent after guns were held to her head and he beat her black and blue.
Carly was introduced to marijuana at 15 by her older sister and quickly graduated to weekend party drugs (mostly ecstasy and speed) and was a regular ice user by her late teens.
After ice, there was no going back.
For teenage girls, weight loss and keeping it off is a large part of ice’s appeal, Carly says.
“I’ve always been really self-conscious and had trouble with my weight,” she says. “Lots of young girls who want to be skinny love ice because you don’t want to eat. It’s a weight controller and that is a huge thing for young girls.
“For guys, well they just feel like they are on top of the world, they feel like they are invincible. I think you’ll find most of the people who use ice, if not all, are actually very insecure people.”
Carly knows she is prone to depression, and ice served as her escape from mental anguish for many years.
In dark times it will be harder to resist the ice pipe.
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WHEN Carly turned 30 her drug-dealing boyfriend traded her in and started sleeping with one of his clients; an ice addict aged 16.
“I wasn’t hot enough for him in the end. I didn’t have fake boobs, fake lashes. I wasn’t blonde,” Carly says.
“He was sleeping with prostitutes, 13-year-old girls, every female who came into our house, basically.
“They would all do anything to use his gear because it was the best, top-line stuff, and people were desperate for it. When you’re full-on using ice you just do whatever. You have no morals. Sex is a massive part of it all.”
Brent’s teenage girlfriend moved in with him after Carly left and stayed until he went to prison.
Brent was in his 30s. One of the biggest and most sought-after ice dealers working between Geelong and Melbourne’s western suburbs, Brent was raking in the money when Carly finally found the courage and opportunity to board a plane and move interstate late in 2012.
He even made his own special pipes. Ice was just our life, there was nothing else.
It was a big and brave move because Brent, a narcissist and master manipulator, had always said the only way she would ever get out of the relationship, and his house, was “in a body bag”.
“When it came to ice he was king and he got what he wanted,” Carly says.
“He cooked it but he didn’t always cook it. He also had Asian suppliers and a lot of good contacts. He was an absolute perfectionist and obsessed with making and dealing the best ice.
“He was dealing 24 hours a day, seven days a week and his drugs were second to none. He even made his own special pipes. Ice was just our life, there was nothing else.”
Even Carly’s own consumption of more than $1000 worth of ice each day didn’t put a dent in Brent’s profits.
“He was rolling in money,” she says.
Carly “always had a tendency for addiction” and was drawn to misfits.
Coming from a family of drug users and dealers, there were always plenty of the latter around and it was easy to become addicted to Brent, even without his constant supply of ice.
“One minute he would give me everything and shower me with compliments but 20 minutes later he didn’t want to know me — I was a dog. I would have to wait for it to be perfect again,” she says.
An intelligent and well educated woman with a respectable career, Carly stayed with Brent after guns were held to her head and he beat her black and blue.
Carly was introduced to marijuana at 15 by her older sister and quickly graduated to weekend party drugs (mostly ecstasy and speed) and was a regular ice user by her late teens.
After ice, there was no going back.
For teenage girls, weight loss and keeping it off is a large part of ice’s appeal, Carly says.
“I’ve always been really self-conscious and had trouble with my weight,” she says. “Lots of young girls who want to be skinny love ice because you don’t want to eat. It’s a weight controller and that is a huge thing for young girls.
“For guys, well they just feel like they are on top of the world, they feel like they are invincible. I think you’ll find most of the people who use ice, if not all, are actually very insecure people.”
Carly knows she is prone to depression, and ice served as her escape from mental anguish for many years.
In dark times it will be harder to resist the ice pipe.
Cont with comments -
http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/he...th-an-ice-dealer/story-fneuzlbd-1227361922246