I wake up feeling good, remembering how decent it feels to get a full night's sleep without the use of tylenol pm, or xanax, or marijuana, or dope. It's been 5 days since I last used, and in those five days I felt the first signs of withdrawls in my entire life. Runny poops and lack of sleep is enough for me to realize I need a break. As I get ready to a relaxing day at the pool she calls. This she, is my ride, is my hookup, she is my dope. I woke up feeling great without dope, and 15 minutes later, Im on my way to pick some up. She scoups me, and says were going to a new place, a new ghetto, yet another dope spot in this heroin rittled city.
We park, score from this new old lady, and as we prepare to leave, a green Taurus stops right beside us, and I black man gives us a glare. Oh what an evil glare it was. As quickly as the thought enters my mind that he could have been an undercover cop, it leaves as I look over my cute little brown rocks. 4 Minutes after we get out of the ghetto, lights flash, and a beat cop pulls us over.....followed by the green Taurus.
Gulp, swig..... I swallow the 5 bags of dope that I just purchased.
The cops seperate us, and tell us to just give up the drugs, and since its our first time getting pulled, he will let us go on a warning... provided that we give him the drugs without search. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, yea, ok.
As I calmly explain to the cop that we have no drugs, I look over to my little friend and see her balling, flipping out, crying about how I made her drive me into the ghetto.
(reality check- while I am a chipper, and she is the junkie and I am a 20 yr old college student and she is a 17 yr old girl that just failed her junior year in high school, it is easy for the cop to assume that i am the culprit forcing heroin upon this innocent girl).
As she whipsers to the cops that it was all my money and she doesnt ever use dope (it was my money, but she has track marks all over) I calmly explain to the cop that I know absoletely nothing and he can search me all he wants. He does so, finds nothing on me, but finds a razor and a couple Subutex's on my friend. He gets all of our information as tells us a tale of how white kids get shot on a daily basis whilst searching for drugs in Hill Side Court. He projects that we must--get this-- MUST call him on a weekly basis for the next 2 months or he will file warrants for Trespassing, because white people arent allowed in Hill Side Court unless they live there (and none do). I chuckle a bit, and ponder what we will talk about in this little check-up calls and off we go. My little partner in crime explains that she didnt try to put it all on me at aaaaallll, but the cops were making that allll up. right.
I am home, out of 80bucks, and decide to try and puke up the bags.
blaahhhhhh......nothing
blaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.....nothing
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH....nothing!!!!!!!
blaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..... 2 bags!!!!!
Blhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....1 Bag!!!
blaaahahhhhhhhhhhhhh.......2 bags!!!!
I recover all of my bags, didnt get arrested, and have a new found desire to stay away from those pig-infested hotspots. I know that if I hadnt of been stopped by those cops, I would have not only given away 1/2 a bag to my friend (b/c she does deserve it for the hookup and the ride), but I would have went with her to shoot them up. Relieved that I have no needles in my arm, and an extra 1/2 bag, I snort up a bag, and chuckle about all the bullshit I have gone through to feel this warmth. Yes I feel good, yes I feel high, and yes I like dope, but must I deal with junkie girls and talk to cops and snort pukeeefied dope to get high??? I do not need this, I am on my way to grad school, I am on my way out of this motherfucking city. I chuckle again, and realize that this day might just make for a decent trip report, as it was one helluva trip i went through to obtain 5 measly bags of dope. Anyways, I sit here, snorting up some dope, high as hell, and know that this high really isnt worth having unless the process to get some is relatively easy to go thru. Unless you bring me that heroin to my fucking house, or white people can legally enter your neighborhood I dont want it. end.
We park, score from this new old lady, and as we prepare to leave, a green Taurus stops right beside us, and I black man gives us a glare. Oh what an evil glare it was. As quickly as the thought enters my mind that he could have been an undercover cop, it leaves as I look over my cute little brown rocks. 4 Minutes after we get out of the ghetto, lights flash, and a beat cop pulls us over.....followed by the green Taurus.
Gulp, swig..... I swallow the 5 bags of dope that I just purchased.
The cops seperate us, and tell us to just give up the drugs, and since its our first time getting pulled, he will let us go on a warning... provided that we give him the drugs without search. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, yea, ok.
As I calmly explain to the cop that we have no drugs, I look over to my little friend and see her balling, flipping out, crying about how I made her drive me into the ghetto.
(reality check- while I am a chipper, and she is the junkie and I am a 20 yr old college student and she is a 17 yr old girl that just failed her junior year in high school, it is easy for the cop to assume that i am the culprit forcing heroin upon this innocent girl).
As she whipsers to the cops that it was all my money and she doesnt ever use dope (it was my money, but she has track marks all over) I calmly explain to the cop that I know absoletely nothing and he can search me all he wants. He does so, finds nothing on me, but finds a razor and a couple Subutex's on my friend. He gets all of our information as tells us a tale of how white kids get shot on a daily basis whilst searching for drugs in Hill Side Court. He projects that we must--get this-- MUST call him on a weekly basis for the next 2 months or he will file warrants for Trespassing, because white people arent allowed in Hill Side Court unless they live there (and none do). I chuckle a bit, and ponder what we will talk about in this little check-up calls and off we go. My little partner in crime explains that she didnt try to put it all on me at aaaaallll, but the cops were making that allll up. right.
I am home, out of 80bucks, and decide to try and puke up the bags.
blaahhhhhh......nothing
blaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.....nothing
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH....nothing!!!!!!!
blaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..... 2 bags!!!!!
Blhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....1 Bag!!!
blaaahahhhhhhhhhhhhh.......2 bags!!!!
I recover all of my bags, didnt get arrested, and have a new found desire to stay away from those pig-infested hotspots. I know that if I hadnt of been stopped by those cops, I would have not only given away 1/2 a bag to my friend (b/c she does deserve it for the hookup and the ride), but I would have went with her to shoot them up. Relieved that I have no needles in my arm, and an extra 1/2 bag, I snort up a bag, and chuckle about all the bullshit I have gone through to feel this warmth. Yes I feel good, yes I feel high, and yes I like dope, but must I deal with junkie girls and talk to cops and snort pukeeefied dope to get high??? I do not need this, I am on my way to grad school, I am on my way out of this motherfucking city. I chuckle again, and realize that this day might just make for a decent trip report, as it was one helluva trip i went through to obtain 5 measly bags of dope. Anyways, I sit here, snorting up some dope, high as hell, and know that this high really isnt worth having unless the process to get some is relatively easy to go thru. Unless you bring me that heroin to my fucking house, or white people can legally enter your neighborhood I dont want it. end.
nice TR man, i enjoyed it as i sip this tea!
I always wondered if it was possible to puke stuff back up. Now I don't wonder anymore 
Nice story, I liked the touch of humor in the way you wrote it up.
