General Heroin #19 v. Posting Between the Nods

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My dog gets them sometimes, but he is stubborn and refuses to let you pull them off. It's super annoying, so we have to wipe this tick ointment on his neck. Even that you have to do quick or else he smells it and starts going into defensive mode. After we pull them off him or if we find them crawling around we put the ticks on a piece of scotch tape and then fold it over so they're trapped in the tape. I don't know if it kills them (I mean eventually it would), but they can't get out and can't move at all.

From there you can toss them, flush 'em, or burn 'em. They're creepy things. It's crazy how strong they are too. I tried smashing them on pavement and they just keep crawling.
 
Just catching up on this thread. Over the course of a week or two, the conversation has moved from labias to Lyme disease and everything in between. Who said we are only obsessed with drugs?

I hoping Crimsonjunk is over that rehab "hump" by now. That place where you've overcome the urge to walk out the door, primarily because the physical cravings have subsided and psychological draw of another hit/shot is being overcome by the 24/7 recovery shit that one is immersed in while an inpatient.

Getting ready for the Kentucky Derby. While I avoid all casino table games and I loathe slots, I can handicap a thoroughbred horse race as good as any professional. My longshot pick for the Derby is #12 DANCE WITH FATE. At 20-1 morning line, a $2 win bet is a great "value" bet and would return $42 dollars should he be the first to cross the wire. While CALIFORNIA CHROME certainly will be tough to beat, he hasn't proven himself outside of California. I'm looking for DANCE WITH FATE and DANZA to finish 1st and 2nd respectively. It's a longshot, but you have to take at least some risks in life.
 
The beauty of "parimutuel wagering" unlike many other forms of gambling is that you are not betting against "the house," per se. Generally speaking, you are betting against everyone else (the wagering public) whose thinking (bets) are not identical to yours. If one can be just a wee bit smarter than the rest of the wagering public, one can make a tidy profit. The "house" however, does grab a significant % of the money that is wagered, known as the "pool," in the form of "takeout" necessary to pay all expenses associated with running a race. The funds which remain after takeout are divided up to pay winning tickets/wagers.

I've always found the endeavor to be fascinating and challenging.
 
subotai said:
I always just pull ticks out with tweezers but I usually catch them before they clamp down (that feeling when you think something is crawling on you, and THERE IS something crawling on you)

I enjoy finding ticks on my dog and flushing them down the toilet

fuck em
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Bleh i have never seen a tick we dont have many bugs in alaska thank god they cold is natural insect repellant. Just a shitload of mosquitoes. Now that im i ca tho therees fuckin bugs errywhere, my house has ants (i keep my house immaculate and put poison everywhere i dot know what the hell theyre surviving off of perhaps the trash bins outside) and spiders and all sorts of creepy crawlies. My cat had fleas last months she got from the neighbor dog. Its nasty pickin em up and then they jump around and theyre a bitch to kill gotta squeeze em w tweezers, fingers dont kill em.

Im about to go ape shit on my methadone clinic i signed up for insurance in january but it didnt kick in Til march. I didnt get my letter of enrollment til mid march but i was covered from march 1st on. I had already paid the clinic for my march treatment but i gave them my enrollment letter and they said theyd give me a refund. Now its may and still no refund and the billig hag is a snide old bitch. Fortunately this is the maximum extent of my problems at the moment so i shouldnt complain.
 
Ticks are one of those animals that makes me question God's existence....Why would God allow these sneaky, flat creepy little bloodsucking losers to Exist?!! Or even evolution...I fail to see the purpose fucking ticks serve in nature!

"Lyme disease" is named after "Old Lyme" Connecticut, as I'm sure some of you guys know....so, anywhere in New England with tall-grass is prime territory for those fuckers! I hate the regular ticks too!

I used to deliver pools and pool supplies all over mass/Conn./RI, to whatever residence the pool was being put in.....and I used to drop off shit at a farm in Old Lyme Conn. all the time....You could literally watch the ticks walking toward you up the long blades of grass, and I had to drop this shit off right in front of a garage in a driveway engulfed by overgrown vegetation! I would strip down and check everything after I went to that stop!

So, I was careful for years about ticks, and sure enough I get Lyme disease because I didn't have the patience to wait until I got home to shoot my dope! I had to hop the fence and shoot up behind the abandoned house like a complete junkie loser! It figures....
 
oldhippytony said:
The beauty of "parimutuel wagering" unlike many other forms of gambling is that you are not betting against "the house," per se. Generally speaking, you are betting against everyone else (the wagering public) whose thinking (bets) are not identical to yours. If one can be just a wee bit smarter than the rest of the wagering public, one can make a tidy profit. The "house" however, does grab a significant % of the money that is wagered, known as the "pool," in the form of "takeout" necessary to pay all expenses associated with running a race. The funds which remain after takeout are divided up to pay winning tickets/wagers.

I've always found the endeavor to be fascinating and challenging.
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I went to the tracks here a couple times recently.. Kinda broke even I think. Didn't bet much but I am really curious about the whole thing. Any pointers for a beginner??
 
oldhippytony said:
I've always found the endeavor to be fascinating and challenging.
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Horse racing exudes straight American nostalgia, growing up you hear many a story of going to the track. All the aunts and uncles on my mother's side love it. I've been to the OTB a couple times, it always reminds me of the scene in Cool Runnings..."Go Tumbleweed go go...no Tumbleweed no"

My best friend, aka the dude at the pawnshop, recommended the ER. Tests can be run...on the tick. Learn from my mistakes, stay calm and retrieve the fuck. I was given some antibiotics which will hopefully arrest any Lyme's baloney.

"I see...pride, power, a bad ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody."

AGAIN

"I see pride, I see power, I see a bad ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody."

ONCE AGAIN

"I see pride, I see power, I see a bad ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody."

THAT"S RIGHT
 
Bill said:
Just the thought of ticks or bedbugs makes me cringe and my skin crawl worse than in full blown wd
Let's talk about moar hairron pls guise
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Downtown LA motels are filled w bedbugs. Fuckin nasty shit i didnt think they were even still around but i guess theyre makin a comeback. In alaska if you had bed bugs youre supposednto put youre mattress outside overnight to freeze them.
 
^Those things are so fucked up! They literally wait for you to fall asleep, sneak in, and drink your blood...and then go back to hiding between the mattress, or under the rug...I know Scagnattie is into this whole bug discussion!;)

This is a heroin thread....but after 17 years, I think I've said and heard pretty much everything in the way of dope! I don't think I've ever once shot dope and came online while I was high and talked about it...I like talking about the whole lifestyle surrounding it...The act of just shooting dope, well...there's really only so much that can be said about that! If I'm on a dope run, you guys will know because I won't be posting nearly as much!

I go out to bars just to hang out and drink these days, which I never did when I was in my twenties...It's like culture shock after being involved with heroin and coke for so long....and it's really hard for me to talk about my life at all without bringing it up! It's kind of depressing if I really think about it! It's like, "Yeah, life was going good until I first shot heroin in 1997...Since then, I've been in kind of a transitional phase, trying to figure shit out!"
 
I want to know how the fuck you've stayed out of legal issues from 1997 - 2014..... One would think, after all that time.. one would've been in & out of prison so many times by now.
I mean, sure.. I have my fair share of legal issues, however, I never been caught with heroin.... mainly because I have a really good stash spot, but, not everyone has as good of a stash spot as I do?
So, bluehues, how do you do it? What's the secret? Phone connects? If so, I need to stop doing open air.
 
^Who ever said I've stayed out of legal troubles for 17 years?!;)

Edit:I did a prison bid in 1997 for a delivery charge, but it wasn't heroin...and I've been to jail for little short-time shit a handful of times..

I have no heroin or cocaine charges, which is a miracle! Honestly, if it had been mostly bundles instead of grams in New England these last 7-8 years, I'd have been locked up multiple times...How I managed to never get caught when I was buying multiple bundles back in the day, I'll never know....it was pure luck! But swallowing shit I'd say is definitely my "secret" to staying out of trouble...I just drive with the dope and coke in my hand....If they pull me over, I just casually slip it into my mouth, take a sip of water, and it's gone before the cop even gets out of the car! That's why, as much as I like bundles....plastic corner bags have saved my ass soo many times! I've had months where I've had to swallow shit 5-6 times....like the cops were literally parked waiting for me to drive out...but 20 minutes later, guess who's chillin' at the kitchen table mixing up a nice dark, concentrated shot!
 
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Yeah man that's true. The wax bags and bundles make it really hard to just swallow your shit, especially if you got a decent amount of dope. If you only had a few bags or even a bun maybe (if you had some water in the car or with you) you'll still be able to swallow it usually.. but multiple bundles and shit, it's just not practical. So being in a place that has it packaged in a way to easily shove down your gullet def helps. Like in cali, with the dope in tiny balloons, you can swallow a shit load of those really quickly.
 
Wow. That's awesome, bluehues.. Lucky indeed.
The stamps/plastic bags we get here in NJ/PA are insanely hard to swallow. I tried swallowing 3-4 bags before, and they just wouldn't go down.. I could only get 1 bag down, lol.
& That's why I had to find a reliable stash spot that cops can't find, no matter what.

It was so weird... the time I tried swallowing the bags.. I got pulled over by undercovers in an unmarked & they were going hard on us.. I ended up handing over 1 bag out of 6 and they let me go.. after I bullshitted them and said I only came for one bag.... just like that.
Never saw them again.. ever. I'm kind of thinking they were some elaborate scamming junkies.. lol. Who knows..
 
^Yeah, NJ sounds tough man! Open air is fun and all, but meeting someone in a discreet spot is the way to go if you can...but even then, it seems like your number still comes up.
 
Yeah, I try.. The police activity stepped up around here, so I'm mostly doing phone connects now unless I'm seriously desperate.
A cop stopped right next to me while I was parked waiting for my drugs... and I nearly shat myself.. idk if he saw my white ass or not, but... Fortunately, he was only concerned about the people in the alleyway & ended up driving off after they turned the corner & disappeared.
So many close calls... I wish I knew some dealers that stay OUT of the hood, but, that doesn't seem like it's going to happen anytime soon.

9 hours until I go to the hood and cop.. lol. The hard-life of a junkie... man, I need to quit.
 
^Try methadone man! When I quit two years ago, I swear I was right on the verge of getting caught or dying! Not only did the cops in the city know exactly what I was up to....I swear I had under cover a just following me but never pulling me over, just so they could see where I was going, but the cops in the town next door I was living in were constantly driving by really close to my window on the first floor....I had people knocking on my window and waiting at my house when I got out of work to cop for them...I had people sitting in my apartment waiting for the coke dealer to show up so they could throw in on a big bag at 2AM almost every night...I worked at 7!

I might be glamorizing it a little bit, but it just gets so hectic....you gotta know when to take a break before you get caught!
 
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