Obiez
Bluelighter
I'm not religious. I am not spiritually awaken. But, a lot of very coincidental stuff has happened to me, and the past 24 hours have been....
I always considered good friends guardian angels. They did their best, they gave me three strikes, they...They are wonderful people. But, they are not in my life anymore. So I have been on the straight path for a while, my confidence is up, I get a job interview. It was scheduled two weeks before new years for tomorrow.
I start getting anxious as time nears. I don't answer my phone, a friend I still have is trying to skype me for days, calling, even leaving texts. I don't reply to any of it. I find this place, questions get asked, people talk, my strength is at a all time high. Today, I made some very, very mild poppy seed tea just to relax. I know my doses with this tea and when I say mild, I mean I had to add other tea to make it have any taste. It relaxed me exactly like black tea does only milder(black albanian/turkish/pakistani tea. You drink a couple of those, you are physically impaired to move. Strange tea). So the day was going great, I was doing my usual thing, doing prep work for tomorrow. I get a phone call from a number I don't have stored as XXX ( dealer or ol' budddy dying in some form ) so I'm thinking, this could be the job place rescheduling or something, it was during working hours. So I pick up and on the other line - "Yoooooo wasssup bro, it's the kid"
FUCK!
Me: Sup man?
Him: Not much man, hows you?
Me: Good, good, so...err...I'm kind of busy man, cut to the chase
Him: I got promoted* bro
Me: Nice one man, so I'm guessing you are doing good then
Him:Yeah! And, best part is, because you helped me out so many times* I'm going to do you a solid man
Me:I don't need a solid man thanks.
Him: Dude, it's X for Y
The X for Y ratio was not enough for me to suspect him trying to set me up. It was a fairly standard package for a price low enough for me to use and sell a small bit to get a re-up. I said, man you are putting me on the spot, but I am strapped for cash (which was true, not just a way of me getting out of the deal, I was trying to fight the urge by this point) so I can't really do it. He said, hey if anything changes, just give me a call.
I am sitting next to the demon.
I start thinking, where can I get cash, what, where, who, family! While I am pacing like a caged tiger, a voice in my head goes "you have enough to buy enough valium to just chill out, go to the pharmacy and charm the pharmacist (done it a million times)". I get dressed I go to the first pharmacy where there was a female pharmacist and I completely mind fuck the two boxes of valium from her. I was out of there before she counted the cash, let alone ask for a script. I east an 150mg of valium, which for the record, without some weed, is like eating any smaller dose. But, it calms me down enough to where I can focus my mind on something else. The valium slowly starts wearing off...no anxiety, but like I said, nothing you would notice else is happening to me.
And I fucking start thinking about it again
I'm fucked now my friends. I gotta do something to get this shit rolling. So, I start looking for stashed cash (like I wouldn't fucking have known I had stashed cash around) and I dig under a pile of books and old boxes and I open this box aaaaaaaaaaaand xanax and a very tiny, but enough for the mix, of marijuana.
I'm high right now. But, I am not nearly as fucked up as I would have been had I not found the stuff. Because guess what? If I copped, I woulda got shitfaced to the NOD degree, would not have slept, probably burnt my fingers, and looked like [/b]death!.
Who ever the fuck you were, thanks! Number marked as XXX, can't know if it is him as there's a shitload of triple X's in my phone, and good fucking bye.
*promoted meaning he started getting the shit cheaper and distributing it to others, as opposed to being one of the guy that goes through a middle man for the middle man. He became the middle mans middle man.
I always considered good friends guardian angels. They did their best, they gave me three strikes, they...They are wonderful people. But, they are not in my life anymore. So I have been on the straight path for a while, my confidence is up, I get a job interview. It was scheduled two weeks before new years for tomorrow.
I start getting anxious as time nears. I don't answer my phone, a friend I still have is trying to skype me for days, calling, even leaving texts. I don't reply to any of it. I find this place, questions get asked, people talk, my strength is at a all time high. Today, I made some very, very mild poppy seed tea just to relax. I know my doses with this tea and when I say mild, I mean I had to add other tea to make it have any taste. It relaxed me exactly like black tea does only milder(black albanian/turkish/pakistani tea. You drink a couple of those, you are physically impaired to move. Strange tea). So the day was going great, I was doing my usual thing, doing prep work for tomorrow. I get a phone call from a number I don't have stored as XXX ( dealer or ol' budddy dying in some form ) so I'm thinking, this could be the job place rescheduling or something, it was during working hours. So I pick up and on the other line - "Yoooooo wasssup bro, it's the kid"
FUCK!
Me: Sup man?
Him: Not much man, hows you?
Me: Good, good, so...err...I'm kind of busy man, cut to the chase
Him: I got promoted* bro
Me: Nice one man, so I'm guessing you are doing good then
Him:Yeah! And, best part is, because you helped me out so many times* I'm going to do you a solid man
Me:I don't need a solid man thanks.
Him: Dude, it's X for Y
The X for Y ratio was not enough for me to suspect him trying to set me up. It was a fairly standard package for a price low enough for me to use and sell a small bit to get a re-up. I said, man you are putting me on the spot, but I am strapped for cash (which was true, not just a way of me getting out of the deal, I was trying to fight the urge by this point) so I can't really do it. He said, hey if anything changes, just give me a call.
I am sitting next to the demon.
I start thinking, where can I get cash, what, where, who, family! While I am pacing like a caged tiger, a voice in my head goes "you have enough to buy enough valium to just chill out, go to the pharmacy and charm the pharmacist (done it a million times)". I get dressed I go to the first pharmacy where there was a female pharmacist and I completely mind fuck the two boxes of valium from her. I was out of there before she counted the cash, let alone ask for a script. I east an 150mg of valium, which for the record, without some weed, is like eating any smaller dose. But, it calms me down enough to where I can focus my mind on something else. The valium slowly starts wearing off...no anxiety, but like I said, nothing you would notice else is happening to me.
And I fucking start thinking about it again
I'm fucked now my friends. I gotta do something to get this shit rolling. So, I start looking for stashed cash (like I wouldn't fucking have known I had stashed cash around) and I dig under a pile of books and old boxes and I open this box aaaaaaaaaaaand xanax and a very tiny, but enough for the mix, of marijuana.
I'm high right now. But, I am not nearly as fucked up as I would have been had I not found the stuff. Because guess what? If I copped, I woulda got shitfaced to the NOD degree, would not have slept, probably burnt my fingers, and looked like [/b]death!.
Who ever the fuck you were, thanks! Number marked as XXX, can't know if it is him as there's a shitload of triple X's in my phone, and good fucking bye.
*promoted meaning he started getting the shit cheaper and distributing it to others, as opposed to being one of the guy that goes through a middle man for the middle man. He became the middle mans middle man.
