donkeyPUNCH
Bluelight Crew
man thats a wild story lacey. I really don't even know what to say about it other than heavy.
I've shot a few people up for the first time.
No big. Rather they do that then hurt themselves.
Damn Lace, I could see things how taken a turn with you in a lot of ways when you started shooting a while ago, and not to be negative or anything, but where do you see this going?
Last november i had nowhere safe to stay and was livin in my car, hidin from people who was searching for me. I aint tryna talk about it but I will say, It involved a couple G's, a front of product that got confiscated when I got raided, and them wantin their money back as well as a no snitch guarantee, which if they knew me they woulda already knew they had but anyways.
I couldnt go home cuz they knew where i lived at and i didnt want my family to potential get hurt so i was bouncin from place to place, and finally, i called my man, who was my X at the time cuz he was sick of me runnin the streets makin deals and i had been gettin violent and threatenin ppl when shit didnt go right, for a while i turned into a real cold ass bitch the streets got to me and i lost alot of humanity and he didnt want nothing to do with me.
so anyways, i didnt knowo where else i had left to go, so i called him in desperation, i was sick as FUCK, so , so dopesick, on the run, I had just caught a charge that i was certain was gonna land me in state prison for a few years (and it would have if it wasnt for improper obtainin evidence) but thas another story.
He had 2 jobs at the time and lots of dough, I gave him a quick story of wat was going on, that there is these people looking for me, that they took all the money I had, that the cops took my phone, i had nothing but my car and a borowed cell phone with no charger and a half dead battery, and could he please, please let me borrow some money for some dope, I was so sick, I had to get better so i could even THINK about wat was gonna happen to me and wat i was gonna do.
And he said, Ill give it to you, Ill buy you a bundle....
And i thought, Aight, hell yea, thank god jesus joseph and mary.
And then he said,
But only if youll shoot me up too.
And I hate that moment in my life. I feel like it is one of the most selfish decision i ever made. Cuz he didnt want to get on the needle on his own. he told me the reason he did it that night was becuz ME telling him the story of wat I had been thru, got him so depressed and angry, that the girl he once knew and loved more than himself, had turned into this hollow ass shell of a lost soul, that he felt like he just wanted to kill the pain of knowing, so he wanted to join me in sweet oblivion.
I told him i didnt want to boot him up, that i didnt wanna be the one responsible, that i would share with him but could he please just sniff it like he usually did, but he wouldnt budge. he was like, if you were willing to throw everything in your life away for that feeling, I guess i better feel it too and see wat all the fuss is about.
And in that moment of weakness, of bein on like the second day of complete cold turkey withdrawl, with no money , no food, hadnt aten anything in a day or two, i was almost delirious and on top of it, constantly looking over my shoulder, I said OK. I wanted to say no. I wanted to be strong and say fine i will be dope sick, becuz i cant justify giving the worst poison in the world to the one person I love the most. But i didnt. I said yes, and i made him a shot, and i booted him up.
I booted him up and I still remember the look on his face, how he could barely speak, his voice went to a whisper, how the fucking pure bliss of sweet beautiful warm nothing washed over his angry face and made it smooth and smiling, head leaned back already nodding 30 seconds after i pushed down the plunger, and I knew he was fucking doomed just like me.
And I was the one that gave it to him. It was all becuz of me. If he hadnt picked up that phone that day, and just went out, like he said he was gonna, cuz he had been on the way out the door to chill with one of his boys but for some reason he turned back and picked up my call instead, he would probably be a happy, weed smokin, occasional opiate using guy with a nice, good, sweet new, better girlfriend that wasnt a triple-arrested double felon, hood hustling, ghetto azz, trouble making schemin-ass junkie.......