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My horrible experience copping today

Nati

Nati

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Hello fellow bluelighters!

I just wanted to share my completely wonderful (sarcasm) experience trying to cop my daily fix of heroin for the day.

Ok now where to begin, I woke up this morning in horrible serve WD like 36hrs post last shot of dope. Like throwing up and shitting and not knowing which is more urgent. Beautiful imagery, I know. Anyway at this point it is super early, and I know that none of my dudes are goin to be up this early ready to serve. Well I spend a good 3 hrs puking my brains out until finally I get the call and everything is good. Awesome, ok throw some random mismatched clothes on that don't fit because fuck it I'm goin to cop this ain't a beauty pageant. We all know the drill.

I hit the road and it just so happens to be rush hour. Oh joy, every dope fiend loves bumper to bumper traffic trying to rush down to the dope spot. So I'm navigating traffic all while still throwing up in a plastic bag I brought along just for this purpose. Anyway, I hit the spot and pull off the E-way. Look down at my gas gauge and fuck of course I'm on E. Why didn't I get gas before I hit the desolate area of the ghetto. Oh Ya, I was busy puking my fucking brains out. Great, so I pull in a ran down ass gas station. Put a couple bucks in the tank, all while still having the urge to puke. I just really really need to cop at this point.

Gas in the tank, good to go, or so I think.. Hop in turn the key. *click click click click* fuck! Are you kidding me. My battery decides to die. Of all places. In the middle of the ghetto. A white suburbanite sticking out like a sore thumb. Oh my god, the sickness is ravaging at this point. No time to diagnose the real problem so I just decide to jump it and go. Ok cool just need my jumper cables. Look in the back... Fuck! I completely forgot I let a buddy borrow them. Wow ok, somebody has to have jumpers. So now my white ass is going window to window in the middle of "the trap" asking people who look like if they wanted to could put me on a milk carton. After a solid 30 minutes a nice Indian dude has some and is willing to give me a jump. Awesome, he jumps it and I take off.

I call up the dude and he's down the street. Meet up with him and obtain my fix. I get goin and I'm driving and all of a sudden I look down. All gauges are out, radio gas oil, nada..
Car dies smack dab in the middle of a busy ass intersection. People are honking screaming. I'm having a great time at this point. Still in the ghetto btw. Slap it in neutral and trying to push and steer it to a gas station not too far. Well I drive a HD truck. I'm not doing a dent in moving this big ass truck whatsoever. Still sick at this point still throwing up. Finally a random stranger decides to help me push. Like thank god, all those assholes beeping for like 5 minutes and finally someone gives me a hand. I'd like to add that im also really fucking stressed out because I have dope and a needle on me and I'm a fucking broke down white boy in the hood. Any pig would love that situation.
Anywho, me and stranger guy (also a foreigner, wtf is up with only foreigners wanting to help people) finally get it into the gas station. I know 100% it's my alternator fucking up but I jump it again knowing it's gonna die again anyway. Hop back in and take the fuck off, cuz I know I got like 6-7 mins before its dead. I just want out of the hood at this point and I mean I'm driving through the hood like Jeff Gordon fuckin running red lights cuttin people off drifting turns etc.

I hit the E-way finally and the cars really dyin on me now but it's cool I'm out the hood. Pull off on an exit and let it die. Now I usually wait until I'm home to do my business(shoot up) but I really just can't take it any more. I run over to a nearby highway overpass and proceed to do my thing. Red hot chili peppers - Under the bridge playin through my head while I do it LOL. Anyway, I call up a close friend and he comes and helps me out charges the battery a good 30 mins and I make it home. All in all a very stressful ass day just tryin to get my medicine. Oh god, the things we do to get our fix... XD

MOD: not sure where this would go so I'm going to post in homeless.
 
Nothing particular to say in response, what is there to say, just nod, because this brings me back, bro, it surely does. The things we do. The way that the habit makes the quest to supplicate it so epic.
 
Fuck yeah man. The amount of times copping has put me in terrible situations is unreal. Usually we know it'll end badly but we do it anyway. Shit I'd take a hang glider with no parachute to the dope spot if that were my only means. Just the nature of the addiction I suppose.
 
My best friend from high school, with whom I first got into opiates, perfected the skill of driving and shooting up at the same time. I never did, nor did I ever try TBH, scary, but yeah, I always used to hit in the passenger's seat because who can wait till we get back to the crib? ... the things opiate addiction drives us to ... he also used to have me hit him while he was driving, always said since I was in the medical profession I'm the only one he'd trust to do it, but yeah, those moments when he was rushing in on death at the wheel ... fuck.
 
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I was shooting up right at my co spot in the badlands in philly and some guy asks me for a smoke. I'm busy mixing my shit and hand him a smoke without looking and he said I think you didn't hear me and shves a gun in my face and takes my car. I spilled my shot as I was getn out and lost my other bag,what a day that was.
 
Depending on how sick I am ill shoot it while driving. Usually I'll fuckin hit a bump and spill like a tenth of a unit and lose my mind over it or the rig will jam up cuz the cotton keeps slippin off. Or my ultimate favorite I hit a bump while I'm drawing up and fucking break the needle off the rig. All of which have taught me its best to give it my full concentration, unless I utterly cannot bear another 15 mins I don't live crazy far from the hood
 
^^damn Namnoc

Funny thing is I bet you still got well before even attempting to get your car back
 
realtalkloc said:
do you guys like living wild like this or do events like these make u wanna get help?
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While I was living the life, which I no longer do, yeah, I enjoyed it but I'd say in a highly pathological way. I got help only after it got boring TBH, which is another way of saying when insane and degenerate shit became so regular that it I'd no longer get any thrills off it, just worry.
 
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realtalkloc said:
do you guys like living wild like this or do events like these make u wanna get help?
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I myself don't and haven't lived that way in years but as SKL said I guess it was fun and exciting but after awhile it became a fucking job and there was no more high it was needing to drive an hour up the road to some shit hole just to feel unill!
Nati I didn't get my car back for a week and the day I got it back I copped and felt invincible because I had an excuse to be in the ghetto if I got pulled over. But the night I got my car stolen my friends mom(R.I.P> Gina) picked me up and I tried getting her to give me 10 bucks so I could score,after this poor middle aged white woman drove an hour and a half to the ghetto to pick my sorry ass up,she said get the fuck in the car or I'm leaving you!
 
realtalkloc said:
do you guys like living wild like this or do events like these make u wanna get help?
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No, personally, I've hate what I've become. Just until you've stepped a day in an addicts shoes it's kind of hard to wrap your head around certain things.
Yes I want help. I've gotten help in the past. My problem is along with many others who constantly relapse is idk if Im ready to be clean. Getting cleans the easy part. It's dealing with the life you were running from in the first place that always brings you back.
 
I had .4 dope in a tiny baggie once, so with my teeth I rip the bitch open.. BOOM, fucking half gram chunk, with NO bounce goes right down my bathroom sink. No way I'm losing that shit, I opened up my cabinets, unscrewed the two clamps which hold it, take the curved PVC part off, and instantly found it. Was a terrifying moment for a minute.. Was around 3.25 when it was retrieved, but I did get lit. BTW, this definitely seems like a blog. Glad everything worked out, however!
 
Haha I can totally see myself doin that. One time I was in my car mixin up a nice size chunk in a pop can and I pressed too hard and it shot out... Never found it tho. Funny thing is sometimes when I get sick I'll go on another fuckin scuba exploration tryin to find it.. Ahh but still no luck. I'll find u one day!
 
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Haha I can totally see myself doin that. One time I was in my car mixin up a nice size chunk in a pop can and I pressed too hard and it shot out... Never found it tho. Funny thing is sometimes when I get sick I'll go on another fuckin scuba exploration tryin to find it.. Ahh but still no luck. I'll find u one day!
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Lol, I recall losing a couple OG Opana 40's in my car, along with a point of the purest dope I've ever done, and a single Opana IR 10.. Days I'd be sick, I would go out there, checking every nook n cranny, lifting up the carpeting on the floorboards, in hopes of finding SOMETHING! Never happened, car got sold.. Sum bitch is driving around with yellow stopsigns in there and doesn't even know it.. Or he found it and that would be an absolute bummer for myself.. If I found OG panas / OC's, goddamn, I'd be the happiest mfer east of the Mississippi.
 
Mel22 said:
If you're that desperate to shoot up, at least pull the fuck over. I mean, come on. Most of the other drivers on the road don't have a death wish like too many of us here on BL seem to.
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If you read it correctly, I pulled off the e way and went to an overpass to shoot up..
 
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