I haven’t had the time to write in this thing lately, so much shit has been going on I find myself sleeping and stressing…which doesn’t change the outcome of my situation but I do it out of habit. Speaking of habit I might as well start with the fallout between me and my hook.
Awhile ago I was trying to cop early in the morning, well I guess not that early but around nine or so. I told him to meet me at the typical stop and I asked him how long he would be. “30 minutes” he says. I give him an hour and ten minutes then call back “10 minutes” he says. Another hour goes by and I call again, this time he goes off on me pretty much saying goodbye and I can find another heroin/coke dealer. This forced me to go back on my suboxone and now with no convenient access to blow I jones hardcore for it every once in awhile. I’m considering calling him again and see if he will meet me, I guess the worst he could say is no. How is it I was able to have all the drugs I wanted as long as I had the money, now I can’t find any (decent quality at least) without having to go through fucking hoops. Guess you can really go to sleep with everything and wake up with nothing.
On an even shitter note…court. I went the other day and waited over two hours in the fucking court room and to top it off the DA lost my file and had to find it at the very end of doing everything else. Then the fucker tells me that they can’t even offer me anything!!! What the fuck dude!? Reason was because it was an accident, he can’t offer anything and that goes with any accident, not just my case (or that’s what he said). They re-scheduled court for next week and told me to go apply for a public defender and now I have to go back to that court house the day before xmas. How fucking gay is that? I still haven’t made it to the public defender’s office and I don’t have much longer before court, but they said that as long as I go in before my trial I’m good.
Awhile ago I was trying to cop early in the morning, well I guess not that early but around nine or so. I told him to meet me at the typical stop and I asked him how long he would be. “30 minutes” he says. I give him an hour and ten minutes then call back “10 minutes” he says. Another hour goes by and I call again, this time he goes off on me pretty much saying goodbye and I can find another heroin/coke dealer. This forced me to go back on my suboxone and now with no convenient access to blow I jones hardcore for it every once in awhile. I’m considering calling him again and see if he will meet me, I guess the worst he could say is no. How is it I was able to have all the drugs I wanted as long as I had the money, now I can’t find any (decent quality at least) without having to go through fucking hoops. Guess you can really go to sleep with everything and wake up with nothing.
On an even shitter note…court. I went the other day and waited over two hours in the fucking court room and to top it off the DA lost my file and had to find it at the very end of doing everything else. Then the fucker tells me that they can’t even offer me anything!!! What the fuck dude!? Reason was because it was an accident, he can’t offer anything and that goes with any accident, not just my case (or that’s what he said). They re-scheduled court for next week and told me to go apply for a public defender and now I have to go back to that court house the day before xmas. How fucking gay is that? I still haven’t made it to the public defender’s office and I don’t have much longer before court, but they said that as long as I go in before my trial I’m good.