I've met a lot of dealers over the last ten or so years that I've been doing drugs, but one guy sticks in my mind the most. He was recently forced to leave town after getting into trouble with the Mongrel Mob (the most violent Maori/Polynesian gang in the country), and I haven't heard from him since. I honestly don't know if he's alive, dead, or in jail. I've tried calling him several times, but no answer. It's a pity cos we were practically friends.
He was about ten years older than me, and really was your stereotypical meth-head. He cooked meth for his own personal use (in his dilapidated house with boarded-up windows, piles of junk filling every room, and a security camera monitoring the front yard) and he also sold a bit on the side to make some cash, since he didn't work.
I liked the guy cos he was friendly and genuine. I could trust him never to rip me off or rob me. Whenever we'd meet up, he'd always be totally fried, talking about some new thing that he'd scavenged out of a dumpster, telling me to watch out for UFO's, or reminiscing about his old exploits. Apparently he had quite a lengthy criminal record, and had been in prison multiple times.
I remember him telling me about how he was once arrested for stealing a car while he was high on acid and meth. He somehow thought the car he smashed into and hot-wired was his! He had also wrecked his own car on another occasion while trying to load up a meth pipe behind the wheel... he wasn't the safest driver around. But the thing I'll always remember most was the time he called me at 3am asking "Hey, do you have any ready-mix concrete?" I replied sleepily "What the fuck?" and he told me how he was building a fence around his yard (at 3am) to keep out intruders.
I can only imagine what his neighbours must have thought! :D
He was about ten years older than me, and really was your stereotypical meth-head. He cooked meth for his own personal use (in his dilapidated house with boarded-up windows, piles of junk filling every room, and a security camera monitoring the front yard) and he also sold a bit on the side to make some cash, since he didn't work.
I liked the guy cos he was friendly and genuine. I could trust him never to rip me off or rob me. Whenever we'd meet up, he'd always be totally fried, talking about some new thing that he'd scavenged out of a dumpster, telling me to watch out for UFO's, or reminiscing about his old exploits. Apparently he had quite a lengthy criminal record, and had been in prison multiple times.
I remember him telling me about how he was once arrested for stealing a car while he was high on acid and meth. He somehow thought the car he smashed into and hot-wired was his! He had also wrecked his own car on another occasion while trying to load up a meth pipe behind the wheel... he wasn't the safest driver around. But the thing I'll always remember most was the time he called me at 3am asking "Hey, do you have any ready-mix concrete?" I replied sleepily "What the fuck?" and he told me how he was building a fence around his yard (at 3am) to keep out intruders.
I can only imagine what his neighbours must have thought! :D
