At the beginning of the passed summer, my friend was calling me every couple days asking "any opies"? He had come back from school in florida, and we all know how the pill scene is there, he had unlimited roxies there.
So I was getting heroin at the time, and didn't want to tell him. Finally after the umteenth call, I was like all I can get is heroin dude, he said "fuck that". A day later he called and said "when do u get the dope" I said whenever it happens to fall in my lap, he asked when that happens, and it just had so I told him to come by if he wanted. We strictly sniffed D.
I charged him the same price as what I paid, and would only benefit if it was cheaper to buy two bundles, and I would get the cheaper of the two, that sorta thing.
Well my dope man didn't want anybody that didn't know him to be introduced to him, so I had to get for my friend all summer. I noticed his habit was worse than mine. I had also introduced him to my oxy guy and he was seeing him on his own. He was also getting from somebodies monthly script....
So when it was time for me to go back to school, the dope man who knew my friend from highschool anyways, agreed to meet up with my friend since he was spending atleast 200 a week.
About a month later I start getting calls about my friend owing money. When I was home for thanksgiving he looked like shit, and went to grab some bags for us from his new connect, but needed me to spot him a few bags til the next day. He only brought me back 2 bags and owed me 15 bucks which I didn't mind since we helped eachother out alot, and went through thousands over the summer.
So finally some of our friends caught wind that this particular friend was in deep with dope. So turns out he was shooting up alot, and ended up going to rehab. I was glad that he went to rehab, because he was in pretty deep, I had watched him blow so much more money than me, over 6000 in savings and shit. So I tried to get in touch with him after rehab just to see how he is, and he hasn't gotten back to me. He knows that I stopped doing D since I went to school, and the only time I did it was over thanksgiving break with him.
It sucks that he won't talk to me anymore, but atleast he is still alive. I was praying everyday that he was o.k, because I had a friend die at the beginning of the summer after doing D with me, so 2 in 1 year would have been too much for me ya know....
As shitty as it is, it will always be cool to look back at that summer and think of how crazy we were. I remember one time I was holding a line on a card up to his face as he sniffed it while driving, and he almost blew a stop sign. We were like, oh well, it's not like we have 35 bags of heroin on us or anything and just laughed for a while.... Crazy summer.
