Sam E. Don
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- Feb 6, 2014
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I very ferociously type out a text on my girlfriends cell phone...
"'Wassup' Sent: 2:14a.m."
Eagerly I wait, checking the phone every 15 seconds, the anticipation is just to much.
"'Any chance you good' Sent: 2:18a.m."
I've now started gnawing away at what little fingernails I have left. I check the phone even more frequently now. Have you ever noticed that when you are waiting for a dealer time moves very slow? I think I'd bet my life that this is the point in our lives that time does move the slowest, almost stand still, as if frozen by some unseen force. I waited, and waited, at some point I thought I had just about gone mad, but then!
"Ya wat u need?"
At last the words I had been praying for finally make their way upon my phone screen.
"'Just a b I have work at 5 tho so can we meet soon' Sent: 2:58a.m."
"ya just give me a min"
"FUCK, YOU GOD DAMN BASTARD" I yelled. I knew what "just give me a min" meant to him. Which I've found to be true for most dealers, that "just give me a min" really means "give me about an hour" and...so...I waited. Bored out of my skull, my MMORPG no longer entertaining me. I sit and stare at the clock, as if hoping the long, skinny hand will jump forward. I can feel the insanity creeping in, about to grip hold...
"Yo I'll be leaving soon be at the spot in 7mins"
"'ok' Sent: 3:53a.m."
The butterflies have now started to flutter around my stomach, making me so giddy and childish.
"'I'm heading there now' Sent: 4:00a.m."
"ok im almost there"
I throw my coat on and spring outside, if you could have seen me run, ohhman! but...I was in such a rush that I forgot about the 4 inches of ice we had outside.
"shiii....FUCK! Ouch..damn that hurt. Why God? Why??"
I pulled myself back up, sucked it up, and jumped into my car. Its a shitty old thing, a little...honestly, I don't know what it is. That's how little I care about this piece of shit I call "My car"
I started the car up as fast as I could, threw her into D and flew out of the drive way. Now, when I'm going to get drugs I don't give a FUCK about anyone or anything. I drive as fast as I can until I have whatever drugs I'm getting into my system.
I pulled into the spot, slammed the car into P. To my surprise, he was already there.
"Wassup"
"This $$$"
"Yea"
"Cool. Be safe"
"You too"
I threw the car back into D and sped off.
Now like I said before, I don't care about anyone until these drugs are in my system. Since it was only 4:15 in the morning I decided why not just dump the shit out while I'm driving. See, I don't inject this shit, I only snort it. I grabbed my CD case, some Snow Patrol album, grabbed 7 bags and started dumping em out. I drove very, very slowly, to make sure I didn't spill any dope, of course. I rolled up a $20, carefully came to a spot and put the car into P, and snorted a massive line up my right nostril.
"Oooooooooooooooo!! That's the ticket! Ohhhhbabbyy! That just what I needed"
I ripped open my pack of smokes and very quickly put it in my mouth. Because to me, there is nothing better then a smoke when you have a rush from heroin.
Nothing beats the taste.
-Sam E. Don
"'Wassup' Sent: 2:14a.m."
Eagerly I wait, checking the phone every 15 seconds, the anticipation is just to much.
"'Any chance you good' Sent: 2:18a.m."
I've now started gnawing away at what little fingernails I have left. I check the phone even more frequently now. Have you ever noticed that when you are waiting for a dealer time moves very slow? I think I'd bet my life that this is the point in our lives that time does move the slowest, almost stand still, as if frozen by some unseen force. I waited, and waited, at some point I thought I had just about gone mad, but then!
"Ya wat u need?"
At last the words I had been praying for finally make their way upon my phone screen.
"'Just a b I have work at 5 tho so can we meet soon' Sent: 2:58a.m."
"ya just give me a min"
"FUCK, YOU GOD DAMN BASTARD" I yelled. I knew what "just give me a min" meant to him. Which I've found to be true for most dealers, that "just give me a min" really means "give me about an hour" and...so...I waited. Bored out of my skull, my MMORPG no longer entertaining me. I sit and stare at the clock, as if hoping the long, skinny hand will jump forward. I can feel the insanity creeping in, about to grip hold...
"Yo I'll be leaving soon be at the spot in 7mins"
"'ok' Sent: 3:53a.m."
The butterflies have now started to flutter around my stomach, making me so giddy and childish.
"'I'm heading there now' Sent: 4:00a.m."
"ok im almost there"
I throw my coat on and spring outside, if you could have seen me run, ohhman! but...I was in such a rush that I forgot about the 4 inches of ice we had outside.
"shiii....FUCK! Ouch..damn that hurt. Why God? Why??"
I pulled myself back up, sucked it up, and jumped into my car. Its a shitty old thing, a little...honestly, I don't know what it is. That's how little I care about this piece of shit I call "My car"
I started the car up as fast as I could, threw her into D and flew out of the drive way. Now, when I'm going to get drugs I don't give a FUCK about anyone or anything. I drive as fast as I can until I have whatever drugs I'm getting into my system.
I pulled into the spot, slammed the car into P. To my surprise, he was already there.
"Wassup"
"This $$$"
"Yea"
"Cool. Be safe"
"You too"
I threw the car back into D and sped off.
Now like I said before, I don't care about anyone until these drugs are in my system. Since it was only 4:15 in the morning I decided why not just dump the shit out while I'm driving. See, I don't inject this shit, I only snort it. I grabbed my CD case, some Snow Patrol album, grabbed 7 bags and started dumping em out. I drove very, very slowly, to make sure I didn't spill any dope, of course. I rolled up a $20, carefully came to a spot and put the car into P, and snorted a massive line up my right nostril.
"Oooooooooooooooo!! That's the ticket! Ohhhhbabbyy! That just what I needed"
I ripped open my pack of smokes and very quickly put it in my mouth. Because to me, there is nothing better then a smoke when you have a rush from heroin.
Nothing beats the taste.
-Sam E. Don
