It all started back in july 2012. I was working at a plantation warehouse, making almost a stack a week.
I used to be a 'hardcore' stoner, but I dropped that habit awhile back. My only interests at the time were driving & cars.
I could care less about anything else. I guess I already had the whole 'junkie' mentality going on. The "Fuck it" attitude.
Anyways, it all began with a single phone call.. one of my childhood friends called me, asking for a ride to camden. I happily obliged. I mean,
I had nothing else to do at the time, and she was putting up money for the ride.. So the adventure begins..
Initially I thought I was just picking her up, but her junkie boyfriend came along as well. I didn't mind. The more the merrier. Whatever.
It was about an hour and a half round trip. I vividly remember the first time entering camden.. It wasn't impressive by any means..
I'll be honest, it looked like a shithole. I locked the doors on the car. I'll admit, for my first time in camden, I was a bit scared, but I think I handled myself well.
Anyways, her boyfriend gets out with the money and heads around the corner.. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours..
Finally, about 5 minutes goes by and he comes back with the H. They told me to head out of camden & go to this gas station that was close by so we could do our junk..
We arrive at the gas station, and I recieve 2 bags.. I had no idea what to do with it.. I definitely wasn't going to shoot up for my first time.
Neither of them were shooters, so I simply followed their process of getting high. Dump it out, chop it up, and snort away.
That feeling. God that feeling was so right. Nothing mattered, no worries, everything would be ok. I fell in love with it.
Just one bag and all your worries wash away completely. I was comfortably numb. It couldn't get any better than that. And.. it never did.
For about 6 months I frequently drove amanda & brandon to camden to cop dope. I wouldn't say I was addicted to H.. not yet, atleast.
It took about 3 months before I was deep in the rabbit hole. Withdrawaling like a bitch laying in bed, hoping some plan would unfold..
& With this couple I was hanging out with.. there was always a plan in the making. It usually involved me as the driver, most of the time.
B & E's, finding receipts paid by cash on the ground & stealing merchandise from large franchises', scraping junk metal.. etc.. the usual.
My dislike for the couple only grew from that point on. These two were horrible people. If it wasn't for them, I probably wouldn't have a criminal record.
It got to the point where I resented them once I found out their true motives, which was, "Screw everyone & everything."
Their plan all along was to get me addicted to junk so they would have a reliable ride to go cop. & Honestly, I didn't hate them for that.
I hated them because they were straight up scum. They were always plotting for a way to scam or rob. So after 6 months of bullshit I had it.
I cut them off, and ignored them. This was also around the time when I switched to the needle. & It was glorious.
I rode solo for awhile until I found a friend who wouldn't fuck me over. That friend was ben. He was a straight up guy, I liked him.
He reminded me of myself so much, and the best part was, he had his own vehicle. He's the kind of guy who would do everything in his power to get you a bag if you were sick.
So for the next couple of months I was copping dope with ben. He never turned to the needle. I absolutely refused to shoot him up or have anything to do with it.
I knew which path he was headed on. I already walked it.
Ben was scared to drive into the hood or get out the car to cop. So I always had to drive in for him, and most of the time I copped the dope.
He was only 3 years younger than me, but he wasn't an idiot. We sort of developed this unwritten mutual agreement that we would never try to pull a quick one on one another.
And we never did. Ben ended up telling somebody rather important that he was stuck on dope, and he was sent to NA meetings and all this bullshit. Dec 18th was the last ride
to camden with him. The day after he hits me up and says "yo bro, I can't do shit no more. not even bud or readys" Well, whatever. I can deal with that. It sucks, but shit happens.
I recently met another dude who does dope and has his own vehicle as well. Joe. He's also a straight up guy, but a bit older than me. I'll occasionally go out to camden to cop
for him. But other than that, I ride solo, yet again.
It's not bad riding solo. The only aspect that sucks is the resources. If you don't know alot of people who do dope, you can deplete your resources rather quickly.
Anyways, Joe was a cool dude. However, there were a few things I didn't like about him. He took everything for granted & was a dope snob. Wouldn't sell you a bag,
Even if he had bundles & you were sick. Tough shit. Whatever, I can respect that. But when you start joking around, calling me your 'drug-mule' you done fucked up.
I ended up working for Joe. Joe ran a pizza shop business, I was his dishwasher. Fast forward - One day we're headed to Camden, and we get pulled over..
I end up taking a ticket for him because he had a border around his license plate. Great, as if I could afford this bullshit ticket? Hah. To make matters even worse..
Joe tells me he has to start letting dishwashers go because he has too many of them. Fuckin' prick. You mean to tell me, I just took a $100+ ticket for you, and you're going to fire me?
What a prick. Fast forward a couple months, I end up fuckin' joe over for $120 bucks. After all, he kinda deserved it... for the most part. Shit happens.
I didn't feel like much of a prick, it was bound to happen. His selfish attitude & rediculous personality almost makes it impossible not to fuck him over.
I used to be a 'hardcore' stoner, but I dropped that habit awhile back. My only interests at the time were driving & cars.
I could care less about anything else. I guess I already had the whole 'junkie' mentality going on. The "Fuck it" attitude.
Anyways, it all began with a single phone call.. one of my childhood friends called me, asking for a ride to camden. I happily obliged. I mean,
I had nothing else to do at the time, and she was putting up money for the ride.. So the adventure begins..
Initially I thought I was just picking her up, but her junkie boyfriend came along as well. I didn't mind. The more the merrier. Whatever.
It was about an hour and a half round trip. I vividly remember the first time entering camden.. It wasn't impressive by any means..
I'll be honest, it looked like a shithole. I locked the doors on the car. I'll admit, for my first time in camden, I was a bit scared, but I think I handled myself well.
Anyways, her boyfriend gets out with the money and heads around the corner.. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours..
Finally, about 5 minutes goes by and he comes back with the H. They told me to head out of camden & go to this gas station that was close by so we could do our junk..
We arrive at the gas station, and I recieve 2 bags.. I had no idea what to do with it.. I definitely wasn't going to shoot up for my first time.
Neither of them were shooters, so I simply followed their process of getting high. Dump it out, chop it up, and snort away.
That feeling. God that feeling was so right. Nothing mattered, no worries, everything would be ok. I fell in love with it.
Just one bag and all your worries wash away completely. I was comfortably numb. It couldn't get any better than that. And.. it never did.
For about 6 months I frequently drove amanda & brandon to camden to cop dope. I wouldn't say I was addicted to H.. not yet, atleast.
It took about 3 months before I was deep in the rabbit hole. Withdrawaling like a bitch laying in bed, hoping some plan would unfold..
& With this couple I was hanging out with.. there was always a plan in the making. It usually involved me as the driver, most of the time.
B & E's, finding receipts paid by cash on the ground & stealing merchandise from large franchises', scraping junk metal.. etc.. the usual.
My dislike for the couple only grew from that point on. These two were horrible people. If it wasn't for them, I probably wouldn't have a criminal record.
It got to the point where I resented them once I found out their true motives, which was, "Screw everyone & everything."
Their plan all along was to get me addicted to junk so they would have a reliable ride to go cop. & Honestly, I didn't hate them for that.
I hated them because they were straight up scum. They were always plotting for a way to scam or rob. So after 6 months of bullshit I had it.
I cut them off, and ignored them. This was also around the time when I switched to the needle. & It was glorious.
I rode solo for awhile until I found a friend who wouldn't fuck me over. That friend was ben. He was a straight up guy, I liked him.
He reminded me of myself so much, and the best part was, he had his own vehicle. He's the kind of guy who would do everything in his power to get you a bag if you were sick.
So for the next couple of months I was copping dope with ben. He never turned to the needle. I absolutely refused to shoot him up or have anything to do with it.
I knew which path he was headed on. I already walked it.
Ben was scared to drive into the hood or get out the car to cop. So I always had to drive in for him, and most of the time I copped the dope.
He was only 3 years younger than me, but he wasn't an idiot. We sort of developed this unwritten mutual agreement that we would never try to pull a quick one on one another.
And we never did. Ben ended up telling somebody rather important that he was stuck on dope, and he was sent to NA meetings and all this bullshit. Dec 18th was the last ride
to camden with him. The day after he hits me up and says "yo bro, I can't do shit no more. not even bud or readys" Well, whatever. I can deal with that. It sucks, but shit happens.
I recently met another dude who does dope and has his own vehicle as well. Joe. He's also a straight up guy, but a bit older than me. I'll occasionally go out to camden to cop
for him. But other than that, I ride solo, yet again.
It's not bad riding solo. The only aspect that sucks is the resources. If you don't know alot of people who do dope, you can deplete your resources rather quickly.
Anyways, Joe was a cool dude. However, there were a few things I didn't like about him. He took everything for granted & was a dope snob. Wouldn't sell you a bag,
Even if he had bundles & you were sick. Tough shit. Whatever, I can respect that. But when you start joking around, calling me your 'drug-mule' you done fucked up.
I ended up working for Joe. Joe ran a pizza shop business, I was his dishwasher. Fast forward - One day we're headed to Camden, and we get pulled over..
I end up taking a ticket for him because he had a border around his license plate. Great, as if I could afford this bullshit ticket? Hah. To make matters even worse..
Joe tells me he has to start letting dishwashers go because he has too many of them. Fuckin' prick. You mean to tell me, I just took a $100+ ticket for you, and you're going to fire me?
What a prick. Fast forward a couple months, I end up fuckin' joe over for $120 bucks. After all, he kinda deserved it... for the most part. Shit happens.
I didn't feel like much of a prick, it was bound to happen. His selfish attitude & rediculous personality almost makes it impossible not to fuck him over.