^^^^^ Imitating Elvis, "Thankyou very much."
Another Meth Adventure (From memoirs 8/6/05)
Been hangin at Susie's more. Didn't plan on 2 days turning into what
10 now? 11? Of course, I have been compensating by forking up dope,
watching the kids, takin the kids out for a treat, and buying shit
for around the house like soap and toilet paper. People come and go
here all the time, but I can use the phone if I use my phone card,
use the net which I haven't got at Ma's, and of course I don't get
ragged at for partying.
I had a new place to go last night for work. I'd never been there. I
got lost on the way down and when I called and asked for directions,
one of the streets wasn't labeled and was not on the map, so I was
late drivin around lookin 4 the place. My client was a little girl
with cerebral palsy who was 5 years old. She was a cute thing really
and very sweet. Her parents asked for me back Monday, which I agreed
if it's alright with the agency.
Leaving was another problem, because I got lost trying to find the
freeway. I kept driving around in circles, getting frustrated as
hell, til finally I saw a residential street off the main, or so it
looked anyway. I turned, made a U-turn, then ran out of gas. Gas
gage has been busted since I got the damn car, but since then
the "trip" meter as well as the regular odometer busted a long time
ago.
It was already 9 or 9:30pm at night, I saw no gas station in sight
and I was jonesin for a shot. Am normally too paranoid and totally
not into that at all, but it was very dark, I had things easily hid
and proceeded to do the deed. I stayed up lookin over some of the
papers I'd written and at some point crashed out in the car. It was
getting hot by 11am the next morning, so I got out of the car and
went in search of a pay phone.
My cell was dead. I walked the trek down to the nearest pay phone,
only when I arrived, I found that I forgot the name of the
residential fuckin street I was conked out at. Fuck. This met
another couple trips in the hot sun. Stopped in for a soda and tacos
at this one joint, went to use their restroom, my favorite kind for
shooting, a private one at a time use.
I did the deed in there, but was really bummed to find most of my
speed got wet from a leaky mini water bottle I put sterile water in.
FUCK! This was the 2nd time this week this shit happened. The last
time was about 5 or 6 days ago and I had been given some speed to
bang, but had been diverted into playin games on the PC with the dude
that had given it to me.
He mentioned 2 hrs later that I still had the speed in my closed fist
that had been wrapped in paper, and opened my hand to find.....the
fucker melted so I ate it and got a bit too spun for my taste. Jimmy
suggested I take the paper with the melted speed this time and soak
in in water then shoot it. I never thought of that. Excellent idea.
I can still see the outline and the hard ridges of white crystallines
against the paper.
Well I walked back to my car and fuck all if I could find a gas
station, nor did I wanna walk all the way back to where I'd been to
use the phone. What other choice did i have? Sighing, I thought
what the hell, may as well try to find a pay phone if per some slim
chance I'd get lucky and find one....or perhaps even find someone
with a cell and ask to make a call.
The street I was on had been an industrial type deal and my car had
stopped right across the street from some public storage
establishment. Walking back toward my car, I noticed a lady in a van
that had driven right past me, smiled and waved. Who the hell was
that? I wondered. Normally I'd have said fuck it and walked back to
use the pay phone after remembering the name of the fuckin street I
was parked on this time, but I figured what the hell.
People don't usually smile and wave at me that are total strangers,
well unless they are dudes making a play. She seemed friendly
enough, so why not? All she could do was say no. I was shy and
nervous about asking though, so she said, "Just tell me what you
want." "Uh I'd like to use your cell phone. I've run out of gas. I'm
fucked." She said she had to get to work on her storage in the unit
right away and that she was just going to let me borrow the van.
Whoa! I wasn't expecting that. "Just please bring it back and please
don't get into an accident. I don't have insurance and I'm living in
my van. Will you fork over some sort of ID in case you take off and I
never see you?" "No problem," I said and handed over my nursing
license. I dug through my trunck of my car with the shit in
it...can't wait to have room in my damn car again. With all the shit
in the car, it looks as if I am living in the damn thing.
I got the gas can out of the trunk finally and drove off, found a gas
station, filled the thing with $5 worth gas along with a pack of
cigarettes, the same kind as the empty box inside the van. I wanted
to give some token you know for the cool gesture on her part. This
lady and I ended up talkin for several or so hours. She said her
name was Amy and she had a 13 year old son. Whoa! Deja vu!
My other friend Aimee who this Amy reminded me of, also had a 13 year
old son, was a single mother. Her son was staying at her parents
place, but she was not allowed inside the house. She was tripping
heavily cause her boyfriend was not allowed on the property where her
shit was stored, and no one was around to help her. We tried to rent
a truck, but they wouldnt do so w/o a credit card.
She got the money from her Dad, who I could tell right away from his
body language he did not want her inside the house. She started to
cry about the shit goin on with her family. "Hey look at it this
way. At least he didn't slam the door in your face. If it had been
my folks they wouldn't have given me the money." She thought about
that, then thanked me. "You've got a van, screw renting a truck we
can fill the van."
"You mean you'll help me?" "Sure why not," I said. She was not on
good terms with the storage people that were throwing her out. She
broke down in her van and said I'm the first person in a long time
that has treated her like a human being. Sighing, I said how sorry I
was, it's just that she's been out of circulation. Eight months is a
long time to be living in your van or some tent you pitch in some
remote place. You tend to lose touch with social graces and shit.
She was 2 months away from finishing college and then she could get
her paralegal certificate. About 4 hrs into the moving she offered
me some speed, so I went to get large sodas for us, did a shot in
the place I had been earlier in the day. Kupid as usual never
answers his phone. His answering machine and I have developed a real
close relationship. I was singin the blues bout how my speed melted
in the paper and how I ran out of gas.
I drove back to the car, gave her her soda, then proceeded to do
another hit of speed inside the unit. It wasn't more than one hit
really, but she had warned me it was really strong. She was defo
spun out, but nothing I couldn't handle. She seemed to be tripping
more and more, the closer it got to 6pm. I suggested that she get
the shit she needed and wanted the most. I helped her load and drop
off 2 trips, helped her pack the van a 3rd time,
then the old man came to lock her out. She went ballistic, broke
down, sounded crazy, and balling like mad,"I can't let this stuff go!
I can't let it go or I'll kill myself!," she screeched. "Whoa easy
there Turbo. I've been through this shit myself not 2 months ago.
It's just stuff! Let it go man cause when it comes down to it, things
are not worth dyin or goin to jail over." The old man said he was
going to have to call the cops and that no she couldn't have extra
time tomarrow because of the way she'd been acting.
That set her off more, and she started hyperventillating. "Yo, get a
grip on yourself! Breathe into this bag. Amy vinegar and honey are
the 2 ways to go bout getting what you want and in this case vinegar
ain't the answer cause it hasn't worked. He wants an apology.
Apologize to the man." She did. I spoke to the man said look I know
this is a difficult situation all around and sometimes people say
shit out of anger when they are really mad at the situation, not the
person, you in this instance.
The man agreed to let her back the next day for a couple hours to
finish and pack a couple more loads. Her boyfriend or some guy would
be able to help and she was going to her boyfriend's so he could help
her unload load number 3 in her new storage unit. "You saved my shit
for me. He was going to lock me out. Thankyou," she said giving me a
hug. "Anytime. Glad I was able to help." We exchanged phone
numbers.
I'd have let her crash and shower if I had my own pad. I know what
it's like....I got lost trying to find my fuckin way back to
Susie's. She and Ken, a meth head that hangs out alot had had
adventures too. Jimmy went to go score.
