9/25/01
Reach For The Rig
Thurs Sept 20, 2001
At 7:00pm the phone rang for the 3rd time bringing me out of my sleep. "Time to wake up!," said Ricci on the other line. "Hey I've got some glass. It's like da kine." "Well," I began I don't have any money dude. Not for a few days. In fact I'm broke," I said. Besides that it wasn't for another month that my "waiting period" before doing more dope would be over. However, seeing as how it was only $20 worth of stash, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. Who could say no to that? Ricci rarely calls me up to tell me about deals. It's almost always me calling and asking him when my time comes. (More or less these days anyway) Sure enough, there he was at my door 30 minutes later. Inviting him in, I offered him a coke. We went into my room and got down to business. Doing business with Ricci was always a pleasure cause he is one funny ass motherfucker. Besides that he is an honest business man. He agreed to wait the few days it would take for me to cough up $20. Locking my door, I got out my scale. He was anxious to watch me shoot up. Somehow, the process fascinated him and I think he is astonished that I have defied all laws of slammer etiquette so far as his experience taught him anyway. In his experience, pipe heads and rig lovers have this nasty habit of ripping people off. So far I can honestly say, Ricci is honest and so am I, which is why I continue to do business with him to this day. It's hard to believe we have known each other almost 5 years. Damn time flies. Tying off my arm, I proceeded to do the deed. I felt a bit of heat at the back of my throat which is what happens when shooting semi decent speed. Truth be told, I liked the shit he had last time better and I told him that. "Really?," he asked astonished. "Yeah this glass shit is overrated if you ask me, but it's not bad," I said. Over the next 3 hours,
besides amuzing conversation which always occurs when Ricci visits, he proceeded to fix alot of shit on my pc. He fixed my scanner and hooked up my printer. I swear that homeboy is a computer genius. I became very concerned when he told me that he is technically homeless. "Oh fucking A no," I said. "What happened?," I asked. "That fucking tweaker bitch roommate ripped me off big time," he said. "I had to leave. She always went into my room when I wasn't there. She stole anything and everything including my dope," he said. "Oh Christ not again," I said. Ever since I have known Ricci, he has had 4 different roommates, all tweakers. All of them end up fucking him over one way or another. "Jesus dude, if I had my own place, I'd let you crash here," I said. With the exception of my last landlord Dave, whom I've known since I was 16, all my roommates have been straight. Sure it has some inconveniences, but in the long run it has served me well. My stuff doesn't get stolen. I pay my rent on time. Everyone is happy. This is exactly why I will not room with my own kind, I'm sorry to say, at least not unless I really really know them like I know Dave. Dave is no thief, neither is Ricci, Alan, or myself. "You need get with some straight roommates dude that won't rip you off. You don't need this. Where are you staying right now?," I asked. "Well," I be homeless, but tonight and tomarrow I'm staying at Debbie's and I best be going," said Ricci. It was 12:30am, time for him to get moving if he was to catch her before she went to sleep. "If your're ever stuck and for a place to sleep for the night let me know. I'll see if I can sneak you in," I said. This is not something I have ever done while renting a room out of someone's house, but Ricci is my bro and I will help if I can. I hugged him goodbye and he was out the door.
Normally wanting to sit at the pc and write when I'm wired, this time I got on the phone. I was talking happily away when at 3:30am "Hey TJ!," I hear out of the blue. I let out a big scream, jumped 3 feet in the air, and hung up the phone. Peering through my blinds stood Ricci in all his glory and he was laughing his ass off. "Fuck a duck in a large truck you scared the living shit out of me you cocksucker!," I said with conviction and jest. "Debbie is asleep. I can't wake her up," said Ricci. "Ok hold on let me get to the door and be quiet for fuxake," I said. My room is both very small and very cramped. Aside from 1 tiny chair or my bed there is no place to sit down. "Sorry about this," he said. "Hey I've been homeless before too. Don't worry about it, but we've got to be quiet," I said. As usual, time always went by at rocket fuel pace. I guess that's why they call it speed. At 9:00am, he decided to split cause he had to go to work. Giving him a hug goodbye at the door, he said, "See you in a few days. I'll pick up the money and we'll see about getting a cartridge for your printer," said Ricci. Walking him to the door, I watched him get in his car and drive away. Then I went in my room, locked the door and did my 3rd and final shot out of my $20 stash.
Reach For The Rig
Thurs Sept 20, 2001
At 7:00pm the phone rang for the 3rd time bringing me out of my sleep. "Time to wake up!," said Ricci on the other line. "Hey I've got some glass. It's like da kine." "Well," I began I don't have any money dude. Not for a few days. In fact I'm broke," I said. Besides that it wasn't for another month that my "waiting period" before doing more dope would be over. However, seeing as how it was only $20 worth of stash, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. Who could say no to that? Ricci rarely calls me up to tell me about deals. It's almost always me calling and asking him when my time comes. (More or less these days anyway) Sure enough, there he was at my door 30 minutes later. Inviting him in, I offered him a coke. We went into my room and got down to business. Doing business with Ricci was always a pleasure cause he is one funny ass motherfucker. Besides that he is an honest business man. He agreed to wait the few days it would take for me to cough up $20. Locking my door, I got out my scale. He was anxious to watch me shoot up. Somehow, the process fascinated him and I think he is astonished that I have defied all laws of slammer etiquette so far as his experience taught him anyway. In his experience, pipe heads and rig lovers have this nasty habit of ripping people off. So far I can honestly say, Ricci is honest and so am I, which is why I continue to do business with him to this day. It's hard to believe we have known each other almost 5 years. Damn time flies. Tying off my arm, I proceeded to do the deed. I felt a bit of heat at the back of my throat which is what happens when shooting semi decent speed. Truth be told, I liked the shit he had last time better and I told him that. "Really?," he asked astonished. "Yeah this glass shit is overrated if you ask me, but it's not bad," I said. Over the next 3 hours,
besides amuzing conversation which always occurs when Ricci visits, he proceeded to fix alot of shit on my pc. He fixed my scanner and hooked up my printer. I swear that homeboy is a computer genius. I became very concerned when he told me that he is technically homeless. "Oh fucking A no," I said. "What happened?," I asked. "That fucking tweaker bitch roommate ripped me off big time," he said. "I had to leave. She always went into my room when I wasn't there. She stole anything and everything including my dope," he said. "Oh Christ not again," I said. Ever since I have known Ricci, he has had 4 different roommates, all tweakers. All of them end up fucking him over one way or another. "Jesus dude, if I had my own place, I'd let you crash here," I said. With the exception of my last landlord Dave, whom I've known since I was 16, all my roommates have been straight. Sure it has some inconveniences, but in the long run it has served me well. My stuff doesn't get stolen. I pay my rent on time. Everyone is happy. This is exactly why I will not room with my own kind, I'm sorry to say, at least not unless I really really know them like I know Dave. Dave is no thief, neither is Ricci, Alan, or myself. "You need get with some straight roommates dude that won't rip you off. You don't need this. Where are you staying right now?," I asked. "Well," I be homeless, but tonight and tomarrow I'm staying at Debbie's and I best be going," said Ricci. It was 12:30am, time for him to get moving if he was to catch her before she went to sleep. "If your're ever stuck and for a place to sleep for the night let me know. I'll see if I can sneak you in," I said. This is not something I have ever done while renting a room out of someone's house, but Ricci is my bro and I will help if I can. I hugged him goodbye and he was out the door.
Normally wanting to sit at the pc and write when I'm wired, this time I got on the phone. I was talking happily away when at 3:30am "Hey TJ!," I hear out of the blue. I let out a big scream, jumped 3 feet in the air, and hung up the phone. Peering through my blinds stood Ricci in all his glory and he was laughing his ass off. "Fuck a duck in a large truck you scared the living shit out of me you cocksucker!," I said with conviction and jest. "Debbie is asleep. I can't wake her up," said Ricci. "Ok hold on let me get to the door and be quiet for fuxake," I said. My room is both very small and very cramped. Aside from 1 tiny chair or my bed there is no place to sit down. "Sorry about this," he said. "Hey I've been homeless before too. Don't worry about it, but we've got to be quiet," I said. As usual, time always went by at rocket fuel pace. I guess that's why they call it speed. At 9:00am, he decided to split cause he had to go to work. Giving him a hug goodbye at the door, he said, "See you in a few days. I'll pick up the money and we'll see about getting a cartridge for your printer," said Ricci. Walking him to the door, I watched him get in his car and drive away. Then I went in my room, locked the door and did my 3rd and final shot out of my $20 stash.
