I hate many of my fellow junkies, in a way that's just a little more personal than my distaste for crack heads and college aged drinkers. I sometimes think I'm the only one left with any honor in this world, only junkie I mean. Example. The first guy I scored with, he brought a few stamps with him. I open one up and there was barely anything in it. I was like, where's the junk? He goes, on the floor, you spilled it. it happens to the best of us. Fuck you! I may not have had any experience at that point but I am not that damn clueless.
I once got this older guy, a long time pill addict, started on H. He didn't adjust too well. He ended up owing my dope peddler 300$. No idea how it happened, but the pusher put the blame on me since I introduced them. This pusher was my only connection at the time and after this shit he "got busted" and had to go away... supposedly. And I had to kick this habit cold turkey. I put a curse on the guy. Subsequently he lost his job and wife, not saying that was my doing or anything, but the bastard was in the newspaper a while ago saying Rock n Roll and drugs don't mix. His band sucks either way. He's the biggest bastard around.
Some junkies are leaches. They don't have a steady source of income and they survive by taking people to their connection all day and stealing a couple bags from their stash saying either the guy shorted them or lying about the price and taking the extras. And they'll never give you their connections. Stay the fuck away from these people.
But the truth is, I relate and sympathize with all junkies and most of them are good people, and most of my small number of friends are into the shit. just a select few of them I wish death upon.