I straight up looked for it yesterday....I lost the number of the connection I had, so I just went to the Mexican part of town like "Chiva, Negra, black, dope!"
The Mexicans all looked at me like I had completely lost my mind, but I found two different white people:
Like, "I need dope, NOT crystal, HEROIN"
Guys like, "Oh yeah, I know...I can get it!"
We get to the house..."Give me the money and I'll run in!" I was like, "You gotta be fucking kidding me?!"....
So, he takes me in this shady house, police just doing laps around the block like sharks! I go in, sure enough...it's fucking crystal!
This happens twice! Now, I know the people in this part of the country call crystal "dope", but I specifically said HEROIN, not meth...HEROIN! It's like they just don't get it!
I almost said fuck it and bought crystal, but a 40 piece of crystal would keep me up for 3 days, which I hate that feeling now!
It's strange, when you get a few connects in one place...it's like it multiplies, and all of the sudden you're whole phone is filled with numbers....but when it's been awhile for me, I feel like, "Excuse me sir, could you get me some drugs?!"....and everyone treats you like your an asshole...especially if you read someone wrong and they don't get high! It's like , "Forget I even asked!"
Then, when you do finally get hooked up, it's like you can't get away from it! I think God is trying to tell me something, I'm gonna just wait for it to come to me...at least thats the plan!