This ones verrry old - I was a vein virgin back then...
15/2/03 (18yrs) - My Valentine
I haven't written for a few days because I couldn't be fucked. Because I've got a stink memory I'll just outline as much as I remember from these few days. I'm a bit fried as well; I'm at that point where I'm not flying and I don't feel like I'm coming down but my brain's all cobwebby and I feel quite scattered.
On Wednesday I slept all day because the rally took a bit out of me, then Harley came over.
Basically when I combine working Scooby and smoking P I'm always wasted the next day.
On Thursday I slept in for ages then went on the net, played music and hung out for P and friends.
Harley finished work late but I was happy because Matt had got a long weekend and was driving me up to Auckland to see Mum. We met Matt in the gravel pit at Karaka and shared a pipe. A couple of piggies passed which was a laugh - they didn't look twice at us, thank God, what with an ounce on Matt and his dodgy Escort unregistered. From there we picked up Alisha and cruised to the tinniehouse.
After a weekend of pretending to be straight-laced, except for smoking pot, Matt took me back down to the farm. We pretty much went straight to bed then, had sex (yay, Matt's cock was working - good old Viagra) and tried to sleep, which was pretty impossible when we had brains full of crystal.
Also, Matt has this awful line-up of alarm clocks, including one that talks with an American accent every hour and one that makes rooster noises when it's time for the milking. He's a heavy sleeper and he's quite deaf from working the machinery without ear-muffs.
So Friday was pretty blah as days go. We took Matt's hobby car - the Holden Monaro - out to his family's property in Tapu, so that Matt could score some drugs off Rio who just about lives in the cabin with Jed. Oil and more crystal meth (we are running out) - but get this: they were out of caps of oil and they'd already used all the P themselves.
We grabbed kebabs in Thames on the way, which was lucky because Adam and Kyle turned up and they produced a gram of massive shards so we smoked the shit out of that, then the boys started rambling on about their cars - diffs and carburetors and stuff that goes over my head. It's quite nice to have Christi around at times like that!
I just rarked up Axl, Jed's new pitbull pup and went out to see Matt's old lady and talk her ear off about horses - she's an Arab enthusiast like me.
After that we went back to the farm. Matt's family gave us a nice Valentine's Day gift - a Holden duvet and pillowcases for the ancient double bed. We had a bowl and started to watch TV then Yoyo started up and we realised he was hungry so it was back into Thames for dog food and shopping. The only trouble with meth is how much it fucks with your memory! Matt bought me flowers and I made love to him passionately all night - again just one Viagra seemed to counteract the P-cock. Valentine's Day is a special day for a relationship. I'm so fit from milking and riding, the night was cool, I was horny on P and Matt felt good under the fresh new blankets. Yoyo joined us, panting.
In the morning we watched cartoons, smoked through Matt's new pipe and played with Yoyo then we forced down breakfast (late of course) and cruised back up the coast. Matt's old man filled his stash tin and we planned to have a joint up on the hills going into the ranges up the back of the property. Axl and Jack kept me company while Matt and Jed talked cars, then we set off in good spirits - especially when Jed sold us a couple of grams of crystal as well - until we realised we'd left all our lighters in the Escort! We scrambled through the rough terrain pretty easily without smoking dak - the P we'd had that morning was keeping us going. We drank from clean streams coming straight out of the Coromandels and found several marijuana plants - several owned by Matt's old man, a couple owned by Matt and Jed.
Some bits on the trail had fallen away in landslides and it was gorse-covered and full of cutty grass, cave wetas and spiders. I love roughing it but I played up on my feminine side for Matt, so he could save me from the evil spiders, pull me up banks and carry me over streams. I'd worn my sandals and I slipped down a wet rock, down a bank and onto my arse where I'd already been bruised by Scooby's bucks. Matt fell down it too - we cracked up, a bit relieved we weren't stoned.
After we'd shared a pipe with Jed we cruised off, did the milking, rolled a fat joint and crashed with Yoyo in bed. Now here I am. Awake but sleepy. More meth? No, Matt's asleep. Goodnight.
NB - firstly any of these names cud b aliases
- Harley is an ex, tho at this point he and I were just close friends
- Scooby is the pony I brought on and sold in order to buy Maverick
- Matt is an ex, Harley's friend, who I lived with down the road from a tiny township, Ngatea, and got my first legal job as a farmhand; he later turned abusive and aggressive as we got more addicted to P
- Alisha is another ex, we dated a few yrs down the track; we were just close friends back then
- tinniehouses r illicit 'shops' where u buy small packages of pot wrapped in tinfoil (tinnies) and sometimes point bags of P; they're a word-of-mouth business, usually run by gangs
- Rio is Matt's old dealer
- Jed is Matt's younger brother, at the time a budding drug dealer with a P habit that made mine look tame
- Adam is Matt's mate
- Kyle is Matt's mate
- Christi was my best friend, then later my gf; were now estranged, as she cudnt handle who I became as my P use got more and more heavy
- Yoyo was Matt's tan/white pitbull
- Jack was Matt's parents' Jack Russell
15/2/03 (18yrs) - My Valentine
I haven't written for a few days because I couldn't be fucked. Because I've got a stink memory I'll just outline as much as I remember from these few days. I'm a bit fried as well; I'm at that point where I'm not flying and I don't feel like I'm coming down but my brain's all cobwebby and I feel quite scattered.
On Wednesday I slept all day because the rally took a bit out of me, then Harley came over.
Basically when I combine working Scooby and smoking P I'm always wasted the next day.
On Thursday I slept in for ages then went on the net, played music and hung out for P and friends.
Harley finished work late but I was happy because Matt had got a long weekend and was driving me up to Auckland to see Mum. We met Matt in the gravel pit at Karaka and shared a pipe. A couple of piggies passed which was a laugh - they didn't look twice at us, thank God, what with an ounce on Matt and his dodgy Escort unregistered. From there we picked up Alisha and cruised to the tinniehouse.
After a weekend of pretending to be straight-laced, except for smoking pot, Matt took me back down to the farm. We pretty much went straight to bed then, had sex (yay, Matt's cock was working - good old Viagra) and tried to sleep, which was pretty impossible when we had brains full of crystal.
Also, Matt has this awful line-up of alarm clocks, including one that talks with an American accent every hour and one that makes rooster noises when it's time for the milking. He's a heavy sleeper and he's quite deaf from working the machinery without ear-muffs.
So Friday was pretty blah as days go. We took Matt's hobby car - the Holden Monaro - out to his family's property in Tapu, so that Matt could score some drugs off Rio who just about lives in the cabin with Jed. Oil and more crystal meth (we are running out) - but get this: they were out of caps of oil and they'd already used all the P themselves.
We grabbed kebabs in Thames on the way, which was lucky because Adam and Kyle turned up and they produced a gram of massive shards so we smoked the shit out of that, then the boys started rambling on about their cars - diffs and carburetors and stuff that goes over my head. It's quite nice to have Christi around at times like that!
I just rarked up Axl, Jed's new pitbull pup and went out to see Matt's old lady and talk her ear off about horses - she's an Arab enthusiast like me.
After that we went back to the farm. Matt's family gave us a nice Valentine's Day gift - a Holden duvet and pillowcases for the ancient double bed. We had a bowl and started to watch TV then Yoyo started up and we realised he was hungry so it was back into Thames for dog food and shopping. The only trouble with meth is how much it fucks with your memory! Matt bought me flowers and I made love to him passionately all night - again just one Viagra seemed to counteract the P-cock. Valentine's Day is a special day for a relationship. I'm so fit from milking and riding, the night was cool, I was horny on P and Matt felt good under the fresh new blankets. Yoyo joined us, panting.
In the morning we watched cartoons, smoked through Matt's new pipe and played with Yoyo then we forced down breakfast (late of course) and cruised back up the coast. Matt's old man filled his stash tin and we planned to have a joint up on the hills going into the ranges up the back of the property. Axl and Jack kept me company while Matt and Jed talked cars, then we set off in good spirits - especially when Jed sold us a couple of grams of crystal as well - until we realised we'd left all our lighters in the Escort! We scrambled through the rough terrain pretty easily without smoking dak - the P we'd had that morning was keeping us going. We drank from clean streams coming straight out of the Coromandels and found several marijuana plants - several owned by Matt's old man, a couple owned by Matt and Jed.
Some bits on the trail had fallen away in landslides and it was gorse-covered and full of cutty grass, cave wetas and spiders. I love roughing it but I played up on my feminine side for Matt, so he could save me from the evil spiders, pull me up banks and carry me over streams. I'd worn my sandals and I slipped down a wet rock, down a bank and onto my arse where I'd already been bruised by Scooby's bucks. Matt fell down it too - we cracked up, a bit relieved we weren't stoned.
After we'd shared a pipe with Jed we cruised off, did the milking, rolled a fat joint and crashed with Yoyo in bed. Now here I am. Awake but sleepy. More meth? No, Matt's asleep. Goodnight.
NB - firstly any of these names cud b aliases
- Harley is an ex, tho at this point he and I were just close friends
- Scooby is the pony I brought on and sold in order to buy Maverick
- Matt is an ex, Harley's friend, who I lived with down the road from a tiny township, Ngatea, and got my first legal job as a farmhand; he later turned abusive and aggressive as we got more addicted to P
- Alisha is another ex, we dated a few yrs down the track; we were just close friends back then
- tinniehouses r illicit 'shops' where u buy small packages of pot wrapped in tinfoil (tinnies) and sometimes point bags of P; they're a word-of-mouth business, usually run by gangs
- Rio is Matt's old dealer
- Jed is Matt's younger brother, at the time a budding drug dealer with a P habit that made mine look tame
- Adam is Matt's mate
- Kyle is Matt's mate
- Christi was my best friend, then later my gf; were now estranged, as she cudnt handle who I became as my P use got more and more heavy
- Yoyo was Matt's tan/white pitbull
- Jack was Matt's parents' Jack Russell