erosion
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Heroin in Albuquerque. Beaten and robbed
It all started with a simple trip to albuquerque new mexico. I needed to finish signing up for fall classes at the University of New Mexico, and sign a lease on my new apartment. Of course, buying heroin was on the agenda as well. After doing both, I decided to score. I couldn't find my awesome connect (he doesn't have a phone) As I don't have a solid connection as of now (for heroin at least), I decided to take to the streets to score.
I rolled up to the district where these things are common. Unfortunatly, albuquerque isn't like chicago and you can't just roll up and score. You need to know people who know people. Well, I met one of these people. He said he would score for me if I ran "some errands" with him. So thats what I did. I picked him and his friend up. One was a mexican, the other a black dude. After running some errands (I'll let you infer to what this means), I asked when we were going to score. I got smacked across the back of the head. "We can steal this car in a second, asshole" After much more verbal abuse, I told them that I wanted to drop them off. To this, I got a knife pulled on me.
At this point I was pretty fucking scared. They picked up another dude, who they sold a substance to. He saw my bottles of klonopin and dexedrine, jacked it and ran out of the car and down the street. After more driving around and more errands I told them "I will give you $100 if I can drop you off right now". By this time they forced me to let them drive. He pulled his belt off, wrapped it around my neck and put a gun to the back of my head. "I can make $100 in 10 minutes driving your car. We're not going anywhere."
Well, eventually he scored some heroin and he let me have a little bit (probably a 10 peice). I fixed and shot it, and for the first time in my life, heroin didn't feel like it took all the problems in the world away.
I was thinking to myself what they were going to do when they were done with me. It was obvious they were going to AT THE VERY LEAST steal my car and kick the shit out of me. They could have just as easily killed and dumped me.
Now I had a box of 100 rigs in the car. Fortunatly, that was my ticket to freedom. Someone they were delivering to needed one, and they let me have my car keys to grab a few (under their watchful eye, they were only 5 feet away). I ran to the car, locked the doors, and fucking took off. They ran after me, but I got away, thankfully with my life.
Heroin is a hell of a drug. But albuquerque is a dangerous city. The lesson learned, don't score unless you have a solid connection. Anyway, I plan filing a police report tomorrow so that I can get refills on my kpins and dex.
I'm glad I'm alive.
It all started with a simple trip to albuquerque new mexico. I needed to finish signing up for fall classes at the University of New Mexico, and sign a lease on my new apartment. Of course, buying heroin was on the agenda as well. After doing both, I decided to score. I couldn't find my awesome connect (he doesn't have a phone) As I don't have a solid connection as of now (for heroin at least), I decided to take to the streets to score.
I rolled up to the district where these things are common. Unfortunatly, albuquerque isn't like chicago and you can't just roll up and score. You need to know people who know people. Well, I met one of these people. He said he would score for me if I ran "some errands" with him. So thats what I did. I picked him and his friend up. One was a mexican, the other a black dude. After running some errands (I'll let you infer to what this means), I asked when we were going to score. I got smacked across the back of the head. "We can steal this car in a second, asshole" After much more verbal abuse, I told them that I wanted to drop them off. To this, I got a knife pulled on me.
At this point I was pretty fucking scared. They picked up another dude, who they sold a substance to. He saw my bottles of klonopin and dexedrine, jacked it and ran out of the car and down the street. After more driving around and more errands I told them "I will give you $100 if I can drop you off right now". By this time they forced me to let them drive. He pulled his belt off, wrapped it around my neck and put a gun to the back of my head. "I can make $100 in 10 minutes driving your car. We're not going anywhere."
Well, eventually he scored some heroin and he let me have a little bit (probably a 10 peice). I fixed and shot it, and for the first time in my life, heroin didn't feel like it took all the problems in the world away.
I was thinking to myself what they were going to do when they were done with me. It was obvious they were going to AT THE VERY LEAST steal my car and kick the shit out of me. They could have just as easily killed and dumped me.
Now I had a box of 100 rigs in the car. Fortunatly, that was my ticket to freedom. Someone they were delivering to needed one, and they let me have my car keys to grab a few (under their watchful eye, they were only 5 feet away). I ran to the car, locked the doors, and fucking took off. They ran after me, but I got away, thankfully with my life.
Heroin is a hell of a drug. But albuquerque is a dangerous city. The lesson learned, don't score unless you have a solid connection. Anyway, I plan filing a police report tomorrow so that I can get refills on my kpins and dex.
I'm glad I'm alive.

