cooltown_desperado
Bluelighter
My worst trip
When I was using glass, I was always proud of how well I handled myself while tweaking. I didn't become overly paranoid, I made myself eat, and I made sure that I got rest when I needed it. I even handled the comedowns well; I did't get sick or short tempered and I almost never fiended.
There was one time however, that I fuckin' lost it.
I was living with My friend Richard and his mom, Joella, and her boyfriend Able (who was a local glass dealer). Richard and I had this little pup that we'd found named Shorty, we'd had him for about three months or so. Recently this crazy prick had been letting Shorty and Richard's dog, Dog, out of our yard at night.
Well, one of Able's pushers came down to pick up some shit and she was staying in my room while I slept on the couch. As a thank you, she smoked me up with a shitload of glass. I was spun like a mutha fuckah!
Anyways, it was about 5am and I had been awake for about 18 hours & I was totally tweaked out. Our dogs were out of the yard because of that crazy fuck again, and I was just chillin on the computer fixated on solitaire.
All of a sudden I hear this yelp from outside- Shorty had been hit by a car. I busted out the front door at full speed, reaching the street just as the car was reaching the next block- I herd them yelling, "We just hit a dog, let's go back and hit it again!" I tried to grab Shorty to get him outta the street but he was in such pain and shock that he bit me.
Meanwhile the car turned around and came back, shouting shit at me. I shouted back times ten. They past me, reached the corner, turned around, and headed back at my dog. I stood over Shorty at they flew towards us, swerving at the last minute. I gathered Shorty into my arms and carried him into the front yard and set him in a box. At this point my whole household was outside. Joella, her daughter Robin who was there for the weekend, Richard, Jo's other daughter Elaina, Able, the pusher and her two kids, and Richard's friend Billy.
The car came back! Out piled 5 fat drunk mexican bitches. They stood along our front fence and Billy & Richard went out to the street to keep them from comming into the drive way. "You fuckin' piece of white trash! You're dog deserves to die! You fuckin' skank ass bitch!" These are the things they yelled at me. I told them to just fuckin go cuz my dog was dying. He was in such pain that I had to support his front end cuz his back was totally destroied. They finally left, the cops came, they didn't do shit, my dog died in my arms.
I lost my mind. I kept smoking more and more and more glass that day. We had a funeral for Shorty in the back yard. That night I wore his collar, dressed totally in black, and rode my bike all over town carrying a knife and a big ass club looking for those bitches. I was out to seriously kill. I started seeing things and chacing shadows and yelling at anyone that went by. I was driving Richard and Billy nuts, and finally Richard handed me a bunch of pills and gave me his last beer. I was out cold for about three days after.
Anyways, that's the worst trip I ever had. Oh, and I have the driver's name and I know exactly where she lives. She's gonna get exactly what's fuckin' commin' to her.
-Hopa
When I was using glass, I was always proud of how well I handled myself while tweaking. I didn't become overly paranoid, I made myself eat, and I made sure that I got rest when I needed it. I even handled the comedowns well; I did't get sick or short tempered and I almost never fiended.
There was one time however, that I fuckin' lost it.
I was living with My friend Richard and his mom, Joella, and her boyfriend Able (who was a local glass dealer). Richard and I had this little pup that we'd found named Shorty, we'd had him for about three months or so. Recently this crazy prick had been letting Shorty and Richard's dog, Dog, out of our yard at night.
Well, one of Able's pushers came down to pick up some shit and she was staying in my room while I slept on the couch. As a thank you, she smoked me up with a shitload of glass. I was spun like a mutha fuckah!
Anyways, it was about 5am and I had been awake for about 18 hours & I was totally tweaked out. Our dogs were out of the yard because of that crazy fuck again, and I was just chillin on the computer fixated on solitaire.
All of a sudden I hear this yelp from outside- Shorty had been hit by a car. I busted out the front door at full speed, reaching the street just as the car was reaching the next block- I herd them yelling, "We just hit a dog, let's go back and hit it again!" I tried to grab Shorty to get him outta the street but he was in such pain and shock that he bit me.
Meanwhile the car turned around and came back, shouting shit at me. I shouted back times ten. They past me, reached the corner, turned around, and headed back at my dog. I stood over Shorty at they flew towards us, swerving at the last minute. I gathered Shorty into my arms and carried him into the front yard and set him in a box. At this point my whole household was outside. Joella, her daughter Robin who was there for the weekend, Richard, Jo's other daughter Elaina, Able, the pusher and her two kids, and Richard's friend Billy.
The car came back! Out piled 5 fat drunk mexican bitches. They stood along our front fence and Billy & Richard went out to the street to keep them from comming into the drive way. "You fuckin' piece of white trash! You're dog deserves to die! You fuckin' skank ass bitch!" These are the things they yelled at me. I told them to just fuckin go cuz my dog was dying. He was in such pain that I had to support his front end cuz his back was totally destroied. They finally left, the cops came, they didn't do shit, my dog died in my arms.
I lost my mind. I kept smoking more and more and more glass that day. We had a funeral for Shorty in the back yard. That night I wore his collar, dressed totally in black, and rode my bike all over town carrying a knife and a big ass club looking for those bitches. I was out to seriously kill. I started seeing things and chacing shadows and yelling at anyone that went by. I was driving Richard and Billy nuts, and finally Richard handed me a bunch of pills and gave me his last beer. I was out cold for about three days after.
Anyways, that's the worst trip I ever had. Oh, and I have the driver's name and I know exactly where she lives. She's gonna get exactly what's fuckin' commin' to her.

-Hopa