DISCLAIMER- this is not meant to incourage drug use selling or glamorize it or anything thing like that. Its is actually a warning as to the beginning of my life of ruin as i would call it so take it for what it is thank you
James.. James.. James? Are you listening to me? Your high again aren’t you? No ma, im just tired. Let me see your eyes James. She looks into my eyes as I dartingly stare away. I don’t got time for this shit ma I gotta go… man I’ve totally forgot I have someone waiting outside. Walk upstairs and grab a bag of weed out of a hole in my bean bag chair and throw a couple of grams on my keif dusted scale. 1.9 eh that will do, wrap that shit up and grab my shoes and im out the door
I meet mike on a street adjacent to my house, looking up and down the road before I approach the car. Hey whats goin on mike,. ? Not much just tryin to get high. Well here you go dude, its some new shit you’ll like it better then the last bag. All right man ill hit you up later. Palm 40 dollars as I turn and walk away, making sure I don’t walk back the same way I walked out just so my neighbors never notice a pattern. Man am I smart, i've got everything all figured out, yes I sure do, Mr. slick.
Its only 2 pm and I’ve already made 1300 hundred dollars, not a bad start today considering 350 of it is profit and it not even mid afternoon yet. I'm 18 years old, have more money then I have any good purpose for and I have the whole world figured out. I also am on the edge of an addition that will take me further than I will ever know at this time.. But right now I am in control and there is no way I will let things slip away from me.
I walk back through my front gate and walk into the kitchen. “What time is dad getting home ma?” probably around 6 or 7. “ok well i'm going out for a while.” Where are you going? “I just gotta take care of some stuff I wont be to long, you need anything while i'm out?” no just be safe.. I run up to my room and grab 3 grand from under my mattress and take a couple of hits off of a bowl before I grab my keys and head out to the driveway. I hop in the car and call up Jake. “hey man you ready to ride out? Ya all right cool well ill hit you up when I get out side. Hey you still there? Bring out a bag to split for the ride out to the city, ill hit you back when we re-up… ok cool peace
These trips out to the city are two-fold. The North side for bulk Canadian grown marijuana and the West side for Nigerian imported heroin. Both serve different purposes in my life but are equally important to me. If only I could know how much more the heroin would mean to me as time passed on. I pick up Jake and hop onto the expressway. He has brought along with him an empty duffle bag, a couple bags of heroin and 4000 dollars cash. We split a bag of dope and shoot the shit just catching up on things as we head down the road merging onto 290 toward the west side. We always make sure to stop by to get our dope before we go to get the weed, and not vice versa. The last thing I need is to get pulled over in the ghetto only to have the cops find four pounds of weed in a duffle bag in the trunk over a couple of measly bags of heroin, no thanks. So we have made it our practice to grab the dope first. I get 80 dollars out and hide the rest of the cash in my boxers under my belt line incase we get car jacked or something goes wrong with the situation
I made sure to call L up before we pull off the exit ramp so he would be ready for us when we get I there. He tells me to meet him by the park and I let him know that I will be there in about 5 minutes. 9 bags for 80 dollars, 4 for Jake 4 for me and 1 to split. Not much to a junkie but at this point in my usage this will last me all week. We pull through the maze of liquor stores and boarded up buildings towards the park passing police, crack heads and every other common sight that litters virtually every ghetto in the USA. As we drive closer to the park I can see L standing on the side of the street with his hands in his sweatshirt. I hand Jake the money as we pull off to the side of the road and he cracks the window down half way. Money and heroin are exchanged without a word until I go to pull away and L shots at me to hit him up later this week. I nod as I quickly pull back into the flow of traffic and turn my car back toward the highway.
Adrenaline pumps through me as I silently congratulate myself on another successful trip in and out of that god-forsaken place. I turn to Jake and ask him how the bags look and he gives me his approval. These trips of ours to get dope seem so innocent and fun at the time, but they will take on a much more sinister tone later in life as heroin becomes not so much a pleasure but a necessity that will take over every aspect of my life. If only I knew then what I know now, I like to think that I wouldn’t have been driving in that decrepid neighbor hood that Friday night to get heroin. But it is to late for thoughts like that now.
I decide not to sniff a bag right away but instead wait until after I go to pick up the bud on the north side. After all my dealer Ben, is jakes brother and I don’t want to go into his house looking all dopey and messed up, that is just unprofessional. Jake is 3 years older then myself and I met him through my older brother. Jakes brother is 27 years old and is studying to pass the bar exam so he can become a lawyer, not your typical drug dealer. On top of that he already had his realitors license to sell house and apparently still finds the time to sell weed he gets through his mafia connection. A real jack-of-all-trades. So it is understandable that I wouldn’t want to conduct business while under the influence.
I park my car in the back of Bens house and walk inside. He is sitting there with his girlfriend eating some Chinese food. We make polite chit-chat before heading upstairs to his bedroom. Without a word he proceeds to pull out a suitcase from the closet with what he says to be 22 pounds of Canadian hydroponic vacuum packed into 44 half-pound bags with various grades and names on the bags. I hand him 7000 dollars and he hands me over 8 bags totaling to 4 pounds. Not wanting to overstay my welcome I thank him and politely decline his offer to smoke a joint before I go as I do not want to smell like burnt marijuana while driving in a car with four pounds of weed and heroin. Once I get back out to the car I pop the trunk and hide the duffle bag underneath the compartment with the spare tire and close the trunk up again.
Back in the car I am feeling pretty good about the evenings ventures. It wasn’t but a year ago that I was only purchasing an ounce at a time and now here I am with enough marijuana in my trunk to get me some serious jail time. I drive cautiously but not nervously as we head down the highway back toward jakes house to split up the spoils. I make a few calls on my cell phone, setting up deals with people for when I get back into town and joke with Jake about random shit while we head down the road. “Hey Jake your mom spent the night at my house last night, and she cooked me breakfast in the morning. Tell that bitch to learn how to cook for me when you see her.” Extremely vulgar I know, but this is just who I was at this juncture in my life
As we pull up to jakes I put the car in park and pop the trunk, pulling out the stuffed black duffle bag and head into jakes basement. Jake pours out 2 bags of dope onto a mirror and chops them into two lines of fine tan powder. I roll a crispy fifty-dollar bill and take down the line in one rip. Erghhhhhhhhhh that shit burns and my left eye start to water profusely. My face burns for about 30 seconds before that glowing warmth any heroin user knows so well began to take over my body. Ahh I think to myself could life get any better right now? I have a smoke and talk to Jake for a while before I look at my phone and realize what time it is.” Hey I gotta go make some drops man” alright dude. “I will catch you later bro” Get up and grab my 3 bags of dope and 2 pounds of weed and head out the door.
I drive slowly as I head back to my house and replay the events of the day over in my head again. Strange but nothing about this life really seems wrong to me at all. Not really sure where it all took a bad turn but and some point things must have gotten fucked off course. But it never occurs to me that I am going down a very tumultuous path, on the contrary I feel as though everything is going fantastically. But we all know that a life like this cannot be sustained forever.
Feelings of pride, happiness and overall well being fill me as I head down the dimly lit road. Any worries I have are far from me right now as I stare out the window at the stoplight. My name is james hitchm. I am 18 years old, I am a Drug Dealing Heroin User. And I Am Totally In Control
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James.. James.. James? Are you listening to me? Your high again aren’t you? No ma, im just tired. Let me see your eyes James. She looks into my eyes as I dartingly stare away. I don’t got time for this shit ma I gotta go… man I’ve totally forgot I have someone waiting outside. Walk upstairs and grab a bag of weed out of a hole in my bean bag chair and throw a couple of grams on my keif dusted scale. 1.9 eh that will do, wrap that shit up and grab my shoes and im out the door
I meet mike on a street adjacent to my house, looking up and down the road before I approach the car. Hey whats goin on mike,. ? Not much just tryin to get high. Well here you go dude, its some new shit you’ll like it better then the last bag. All right man ill hit you up later. Palm 40 dollars as I turn and walk away, making sure I don’t walk back the same way I walked out just so my neighbors never notice a pattern. Man am I smart, i've got everything all figured out, yes I sure do, Mr. slick.
Its only 2 pm and I’ve already made 1300 hundred dollars, not a bad start today considering 350 of it is profit and it not even mid afternoon yet. I'm 18 years old, have more money then I have any good purpose for and I have the whole world figured out. I also am on the edge of an addition that will take me further than I will ever know at this time.. But right now I am in control and there is no way I will let things slip away from me.
I walk back through my front gate and walk into the kitchen. “What time is dad getting home ma?” probably around 6 or 7. “ok well i'm going out for a while.” Where are you going? “I just gotta take care of some stuff I wont be to long, you need anything while i'm out?” no just be safe.. I run up to my room and grab 3 grand from under my mattress and take a couple of hits off of a bowl before I grab my keys and head out to the driveway. I hop in the car and call up Jake. “hey man you ready to ride out? Ya all right cool well ill hit you up when I get out side. Hey you still there? Bring out a bag to split for the ride out to the city, ill hit you back when we re-up… ok cool peace
These trips out to the city are two-fold. The North side for bulk Canadian grown marijuana and the West side for Nigerian imported heroin. Both serve different purposes in my life but are equally important to me. If only I could know how much more the heroin would mean to me as time passed on. I pick up Jake and hop onto the expressway. He has brought along with him an empty duffle bag, a couple bags of heroin and 4000 dollars cash. We split a bag of dope and shoot the shit just catching up on things as we head down the road merging onto 290 toward the west side. We always make sure to stop by to get our dope before we go to get the weed, and not vice versa. The last thing I need is to get pulled over in the ghetto only to have the cops find four pounds of weed in a duffle bag in the trunk over a couple of measly bags of heroin, no thanks. So we have made it our practice to grab the dope first. I get 80 dollars out and hide the rest of the cash in my boxers under my belt line incase we get car jacked or something goes wrong with the situation
I made sure to call L up before we pull off the exit ramp so he would be ready for us when we get I there. He tells me to meet him by the park and I let him know that I will be there in about 5 minutes. 9 bags for 80 dollars, 4 for Jake 4 for me and 1 to split. Not much to a junkie but at this point in my usage this will last me all week. We pull through the maze of liquor stores and boarded up buildings towards the park passing police, crack heads and every other common sight that litters virtually every ghetto in the USA. As we drive closer to the park I can see L standing on the side of the street with his hands in his sweatshirt. I hand Jake the money as we pull off to the side of the road and he cracks the window down half way. Money and heroin are exchanged without a word until I go to pull away and L shots at me to hit him up later this week. I nod as I quickly pull back into the flow of traffic and turn my car back toward the highway.
Adrenaline pumps through me as I silently congratulate myself on another successful trip in and out of that god-forsaken place. I turn to Jake and ask him how the bags look and he gives me his approval. These trips of ours to get dope seem so innocent and fun at the time, but they will take on a much more sinister tone later in life as heroin becomes not so much a pleasure but a necessity that will take over every aspect of my life. If only I knew then what I know now, I like to think that I wouldn’t have been driving in that decrepid neighbor hood that Friday night to get heroin. But it is to late for thoughts like that now.
I decide not to sniff a bag right away but instead wait until after I go to pick up the bud on the north side. After all my dealer Ben, is jakes brother and I don’t want to go into his house looking all dopey and messed up, that is just unprofessional. Jake is 3 years older then myself and I met him through my older brother. Jakes brother is 27 years old and is studying to pass the bar exam so he can become a lawyer, not your typical drug dealer. On top of that he already had his realitors license to sell house and apparently still finds the time to sell weed he gets through his mafia connection. A real jack-of-all-trades. So it is understandable that I wouldn’t want to conduct business while under the influence.
I park my car in the back of Bens house and walk inside. He is sitting there with his girlfriend eating some Chinese food. We make polite chit-chat before heading upstairs to his bedroom. Without a word he proceeds to pull out a suitcase from the closet with what he says to be 22 pounds of Canadian hydroponic vacuum packed into 44 half-pound bags with various grades and names on the bags. I hand him 7000 dollars and he hands me over 8 bags totaling to 4 pounds. Not wanting to overstay my welcome I thank him and politely decline his offer to smoke a joint before I go as I do not want to smell like burnt marijuana while driving in a car with four pounds of weed and heroin. Once I get back out to the car I pop the trunk and hide the duffle bag underneath the compartment with the spare tire and close the trunk up again.
Back in the car I am feeling pretty good about the evenings ventures. It wasn’t but a year ago that I was only purchasing an ounce at a time and now here I am with enough marijuana in my trunk to get me some serious jail time. I drive cautiously but not nervously as we head down the highway back toward jakes house to split up the spoils. I make a few calls on my cell phone, setting up deals with people for when I get back into town and joke with Jake about random shit while we head down the road. “Hey Jake your mom spent the night at my house last night, and she cooked me breakfast in the morning. Tell that bitch to learn how to cook for me when you see her.” Extremely vulgar I know, but this is just who I was at this juncture in my life
As we pull up to jakes I put the car in park and pop the trunk, pulling out the stuffed black duffle bag and head into jakes basement. Jake pours out 2 bags of dope onto a mirror and chops them into two lines of fine tan powder. I roll a crispy fifty-dollar bill and take down the line in one rip. Erghhhhhhhhhh that shit burns and my left eye start to water profusely. My face burns for about 30 seconds before that glowing warmth any heroin user knows so well began to take over my body. Ahh I think to myself could life get any better right now? I have a smoke and talk to Jake for a while before I look at my phone and realize what time it is.” Hey I gotta go make some drops man” alright dude. “I will catch you later bro” Get up and grab my 3 bags of dope and 2 pounds of weed and head out the door.
I drive slowly as I head back to my house and replay the events of the day over in my head again. Strange but nothing about this life really seems wrong to me at all. Not really sure where it all took a bad turn but and some point things must have gotten fucked off course. But it never occurs to me that I am going down a very tumultuous path, on the contrary I feel as though everything is going fantastically. But we all know that a life like this cannot be sustained forever.
Feelings of pride, happiness and overall well being fill me as I head down the dimly lit road. Any worries I have are far from me right now as I stare out the window at the stoplight. My name is james hitchm. I am 18 years old, I am a Drug Dealing Heroin User. And I Am Totally In Control
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