The final boot in the ass it took for me to get my shit together once and for all is awful. Not many close to me even know about this, just those immediatly involved.
This was the last time I died and the last time I smashed a speedball, June 23, 2012 (chipped a few times since, not at all recently and can count on one hand).
Here we go...
Got up early that morning and smashed the last few points of dope I had left to get me well and keep me happy for my trip to the dopeman's to re-up. Swallowed about twenty 10mg V cuts and was out the door. Dude had a new batch of much darker dope, almost black so I only grabbed a couple grams instead of a 1/4oz. to try it out before I commit to it as there more dudes with good dope. This dude the easiest to deal with and always have good dope so I stash my dope with the pistol under the truck (was slingin coke in weight hense the Sig P220 .45) and head home.
I get home and my gf at the time
(wife now) had to go somewhere in a rush and left me with our 3 year old son at the time, jumped in my truck and buggers off (I had already removed my dope & gun from trap under truck). My son was watching TV so I hit the basement to boot a ball, this is where shit starts to go south as you can probally guess...
Anyhow, new batch so I do a 1 point test shot to gauge strenth, very good but not abnormally strong. Now I proceed to bust off 3 points of dope and 1 point of coke, combine & fire away.
The coke was raw off the brick shit so it had me yakked the fuck out for the first few minutes, long enough for me to collect my son and one of my large guard dogs, Elmer a 140lb. American Bulldog and head for the park around the corner. Not long after we get out the house and start walking I started going to shit...
The coke had wore off and the dope was under full control now and I was some real creaper shit, much stronger then the previous batch plus the 200 or so mg's of V didn't help matters. We just barely make it to the park on this hot summer day and the last thing I remember I saying to my son "I have to sit down, I'm tired" and then sat against a tree and fell out...
My son watched me turn blue and fucking die that day.
The rest here I was able to put together from what my wife, EMS & Police told me...
The park was full of people that day and somebody saw me slumpped over and my son & dog freaking out.
The problem here is that my dog will kill somebody if they even look at my children funny and was keeping everybody at bay except for one young woman that somehow managed to approach and check my vitals to which she found no breathing or pulse. My wife found us after blowing up my phone to no answer just seconds before fucking EMS got there. If she didn't get there when she did EMS never would have got to me in time as Elmer (my dog) was guarding my son, me and the woman that somehow manged to appoach and call 911. I still dont know why Elmer let her in, but she was the only one and I'm glad he did. He was growling & barking at everybody else that advanced toward us.
My wife called off Elmer and he went and jumped in the back of the truck just as EMS arrived. They wouldn't let her go with me in the ambulance (my neigbor came and picked up our son) which convinced her that I was done for this time and was loosing her shit.
Four shots of Narcan, a few whacks with the defib and hooked up to artifial resperation and I come to somewhat for a few minutes then fall out again.
Two more shots bring me around for another 10 minutes or so then I again I start to fall out. One more hit of Narcan for total of 7 to pull me outta that shit, my previous best was 6.
Any dope user know that a 7 Narcan shots reqired OD somes serious shit.
There it is...
The worst day of my life and the last day bangin dope & everything else.
I'll never be able to forgive myself for the damage I caused my son...
He still remembers, but dosn't know I was dead.
"Remember when you fell asleep on the tree at the park dad?"
I now have another son as well, he's 23 months old.
These two boys mean the world to me, I will never do anything to risk loosing them again and havent since.
I know I did a horrible thing and now my family and I have to live with it...
The worst day of my life by far!
