RaZkaL86
Bluelighter
My point of depression was when my brother tells me "All you ever think of and talk about is dope; when you're on the comp you go to drug-oriented websites (like this one, hee hee) and I realized it's true...I suppose it's because for the last 26 years, dope has been my whole life from wake-up to bed!!! My life is total shit, no job except a landlord (or slumlord) who hires me on a day-to-day thing and pays me $20 up front(he's well aware of my habit) and doesn't have a problem giving me some dough to get off "E" (empty)...then he has to wait for me to score then I get to work. I work like a bear when I'm doped up and he knows it so he tolerates it but he's always raggin' me to get on some program, but honestly I'm not ready to quit. C'est La Vie'