Aint that the fuckin truth bro. All things considered, what I'm scoring now isnt
that bad - it gets rid of the depression and as crap as it sounds, scoring heroin has actually given me some purpose in life over the last three years because before that I barely had enough motivation to speak. I didn't speak more than a minute of conversation a week at one stage for most of two years. Anyway, lets not get into all that again, its best saved for when I'm in serious fucking need of advice and at the moment I think I could be much worse.
Sounds like fantastic news from your end
4x4, and together with several reports from the UK concerning a recent influx of decent product its beginning to look like last years harvest is trickling through to our rainy havens...or at least yours, for now.
@ructions: lady you are far too kind, but I could never accept money from you, but the sentiment is very appreciated my dear friend. I admitted it to my father in the past, but I'm supposed to be off it now - but lets face it, without something in my system, even if its only benzos, that aule swarthy hound just kicks my fucking ass all over the place to no end. I've come to the conclusion that I dont mind doing the fucking drugs if I can minimise it, but I have to get a job and thats that - because I just feel like a fucking waster. My friends out of rehab at the end of the month and we're building a sound proof studio on his parents land, so we're going to get a band together. Looking forward to that.
RE Changing scripts: No man, plenty of GP's around here still jot down scripts in handwriting - but I suspect that'll change soon enough.
I'm sorry - I'd write more but I'm in that fucking dark place right now - doubly so because I've been waiting since 4pm to score and when I eventually get through at 10:30 I'm told the chap crashed his car
again (he only bought it last weekend after he crashed the car he was using because he crashed his other fucking car, so thats three cars since I've known him), but that another guy is holding onto it so he'll call me around 12ish because he's in the pub. This particular pub, dispite being a local, opens up until all hours and I just saw on the chaps facebook he's still there so I doubt it'll happen...sure its 2am...but I doubt a wink of sleep is heading my way anyway. All I have here is effervescent solpodine with 8mgs codeine in each...fuuuuuuuck
SAKE...and I know theres about 200 30mg/500mg around here which my dastardly father has cunningly concealed. Think I'll take 4, might stop my nose dripping down to my fuckin ankles at least, ease the effort of trying to fight through the next 8-10 hours of insomnia at best. Fucking appetite is back with a vengeance too - best boil two eggs at least.
Speak soon, take care out there folks...
Edit: Just downed 4 of those, just found out after checking out the ingredients that theres 30mgs of caffine in each, so thats 120mgs into my system. Thats the fucking end of me.
Edit 2: Just found the motherload of codeine tablets...oh christ yes indeed

Bit fucking late now all the same, but beats the fuck out of never eh? Man I dont know why he hoards all these when he quite obviously doesnt use them at all. Swiped 10, downing three. I know thats a lot of paracetamol, 3g's but I figure my liver can manage it as I dont put anything else through it bar the occasional glass or two of wine in the very rare circumstance I can predict when I'll score.
Bye-bye.