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Worse drug addict/dealer you ever met

^As ridiculous as that behavior is, he for sure sounds like a joy to deal with.
I'm not big on dealers as friends but that dude sounds chill as fuck. That is, if he doesn't get you harrested.

Yeah, he's actually pretty cool, and I do consider him a friend. I don't cop from him now that I'm using again because he knows I was on methadone and he doesn't want to sell to me after that. He got me some oxys but doesn't want to sell me H anymore, and I'm not going to push the issue. We've known eachother for years, I've eaten dinner at his parents house with him and stuff, so there's a level of trust there. He's known me since my shooting up speedballs on 16th street days :)
 
Blue saffron that guys sound tight.
Wish I could get a connect like that.

Dope master. Not many connects lk me that in my area, the one I know who can get most things and firearms as well doesnt really do many drugs and he sure as hell isnt killing people boise pd would be up your ass in a hesrt beat.

Hepatitis, those are blood borne pathogens that you get from sex

From what I've heard its not likely to get hep c from some one infected threw intercourse.
 
^Yeah, the chances of contracting via sex is fairly low. There's actually a better chance of transmitting via a shared shaving razor.
 
I was thinking about one story that does not make me that sad. This guy is dead now.

So yeah this dude was a guy who had everything going for him. His family owned a very succesful business. He had gotten into a great college but never went. He was very well of financially and he was rather popular in high school because he would throw awesome house parties. It made him super popular then.

I never really hung with him in high school because he always hung out with the rich kids who thought they were better than other people cuz their parents bought them an awesome car at 16 and had several credit cards given to them with as well as allowance in the triple digits.

So anyways despite having a beautiful gf and a child on the way he was a bit suicidal. I remember one time we had just got some delsym and duster and we were driving to my house. This fucker tryed to push my wheel into an 18 wheeler and then he jumped on top of the dashboard and pushed hard. He had just been hitting that duster like there was no tommorow and claims he did not remember shit.

I barely missed running into that truck. I started punching dude in the face and he got out the car and walks in front of a car and I grab him by the collar and pull him out from in front of the car. The driver stops and yells the obvious "hey I almost his you dipshit." Well anyways a fight with me and my friend ensue and I drag him to the car and we go to my house.

A bit later I find him huffing gas and spray paint in my garage after I stop tripping hard. I was like dude wtf you need to pay for that spray paint. Its not like its for your personal consumption I was gonna paint something.

So this guy had a pain scrip and well he decided he wanted it upped a bit. So one day he punched through a double-paned window. Needless to say a torniquet and alot of towels were needed and yet he managed to get sewn up ok. He just said he locked himself out the house.

I remember he needed surgery for that. He called me up after his surgery to tell me he already managed to pull a screw out the bone on the ride home from the hospital and he would be getting more surgery and he was on his way to the hospital to bitch about how much pain he was in. I have had some pretty nasty injuries myself and I was not thrilled like he was. I really don't even like having to take pain medication but he was more than happy to injure himself on purpose.

I forgot to mention he had some liver and kidney problems due to some disease. This made it so he would get intoxicated very easily. For example one beer to him was like four to everyone else. He had a tolerance to narcotics that anyone would envy. I remember he could get high very easy off most things including opiates. He was still an addict, especially opiates.

He also would put himself in really dangerous situations. He went up to this trap spot my friend used to cop at and well I was with him. I saw him backing out the door and the dealer had a gun in dude's mouth.

Well he was on the outs with his gf and she had just had his baby. This guy ended up posting something online that was obviously a suicide note despite it being song lyrics. (I would post what it said but I would hate for his family to read this and realize I am posting about their dead relative)

The next day they found him dead with a needle in his arm. He had shot a large amount of heroin in one shot. It was most definitely suicide IMO. He knew damn well his tolerance as he would cut pills in half when he took them.

I suppose it doesn't get much worse when someone kills themselves when they have a fiance, child, and all the money in the world. He coulda walked right in to success in terms of careers. It would have been rather hard for him not to get an awesome job from his families business.

The weird thing is that his facebook page is still up two years later and people still post on it. I feel bad for his family and I feel like its weird that they write him messages like he actually gets them. He fucking killed himself and is dead. Nothing is gonna change that.
 
I honestly think money could buy happiness. I would depend on what you did with it of course

If I had a large amount of money I would build a house that was completely eco-powered (solar panels, wind mills) and with a well.

I would grow my own food and hunt for most my meat. I would start a business and some charities. I would get my masters degree.

I know if I had the means to do those things I would be much happier. I still think I will be able to do most of those things but still I wouldn't mind having a bit of money to get going.

I would also do alot of traveling and be able to try things like skydiving and bungee jumping. So I would say money could buy a bit of happiness. Still it would be on the individual to make it so.
 
^Yeah, the chances of contracting via sex is fairly low. There's actually a better chance of transmitting via a shared shaving razor.

Correct. My point was though 2 people posted above that you could contract these blood borne pathogens if you used IV drugs even if you did not share needles or other contaminated equipment. I wanted them to understand that you cannot just get these diseases from simply being an IV user..you have to be exposed to it...and not from your own blood or the drugs...
 
I honestly think money could buy happiness. I would depend on what you did with it of course

If I had a large amount of money I would build a house that was completely eco-powered (solar panels, wind mills) and with a well.

I would grow my own food and hunt for most my meat. I would start a business and some charities. I would get my masters degree.

I know if I had the means to do those things I would be much happier. I still think I will be able to do most of those things but still I wouldn't mind having a bit of money to get going.

I would also do alot of traveling and be able to try things like skydiving and bungee jumping. So I would say money could buy a bit of happiness. Still it would be on the individual to make it so.

I feel like all the things you mentioned are things that would make your life easier though.. not necessarily happier. You could have an eco-house and live off the land and have a business and charities, and yes, your life would be easier because of having money (and of course having money means access to decent health insurance and a lot of other necessities, and of course one will be happier if they're not, like, trying to figure out how to pay for the chemo they need to stay alive). But the things, IMO, that make one truly happy, can't be bought. Self esteem, self respect. Liking yourself as a person. Friends. A good relationship with family, or a family substitute. A purpose in life. And love. I feel like those are the basics in life, and each one of them simply can't be bought. It's hard to believe when you don't have money, but suddenly having it and being able to have that car you wanted/that house/those shoes/that business, does not, in and of itself, make you happy.

Just my two cents, and I know others will have different views, and that's fine. But I just feel really strongly about this... the things in life that will truly make you happy can't be bought. And it's possible to be poor, and be perfectly happy and content.
 
I was thinking about one story that does not make me that sad. This guy is dead now.

So yeah this dude was a guy who had everything going for him. His family owned a very succesful business. He had gotten into a great college but never went. He was very well of financially and he was rather popular in high school because he would throw awesome house parties. It made him super popular then.

I never really hung with him in high school because he always hung out with the rich kids who thought they were better than other people cuz their parents bought them an awesome car at 16 and had several credit cards given to them with as well as allowance in the triple digits.

So anyways despite having a beautiful gf and a child on the way he was a bit suicidal. I remember one time we had just got some delsym and duster and we were driving to my house. This fucker tryed to push my wheel into an 18 wheeler and then he jumped on top of the dashboard and pushed hard. He had just been hitting that duster like there was no tommorow and claims he did not remember shit.

I barely missed running into that truck. I started punching dude in the face and he got out the car and walks in front of a car and I grab him by the collar and pull him out from in front of the car. The driver stops and yells the obvious "hey I almost his you dipshit." Well anyways a fight with me and my friend ensue and I drag him to the car and we go to my house.

A bit later I find him huffing gas and spray paint in my garage after I stop tripping hard. I was like dude wtf you need to pay for that spray paint. Its not like its for your personal consumption I was gonna paint something.

So this guy had a pain scrip and well he decided he wanted it upped a bit. So one day he punched through a double-paned window. Needless to say a torniquet and alot of towels were needed and yet he managed to get sewn up ok. He just said he locked himself out the house.

I remember he needed surgery for that. He called me up after his surgery to tell me he already managed to pull a screw out the bone on the ride home from the hospital and he would be getting more surgery and he was on his way to the hospital to bitch about how much pain he was in. I have had some pretty nasty injuries myself and I was not thrilled like he was. I really don't even like having to take pain medication but he was more than happy to injure himself on purpose.

I forgot to mention he had some liver and kidney problems due to some disease. This made it so he would get intoxicated very easily. For example one beer to him was like four to everyone else. He had a tolerance to narcotics that anyone would envy. I remember he could get high very easy off most things including opiates. He was still an addict, especially opiates.

He also would put himself in really dangerous situations. He went up to this trap spot my friend used to cop at and well I was with him. I saw him backing out the door and the dealer had a gun in dude's mouth.

Well he was on the outs with his gf and she had just had his baby. This guy ended up posting something online that was obviously a suicide note despite it being song lyrics. (I would post what it said but I would hate for his family to read this and realize I am posting about their dead relative)

The next day they found him dead with a needle in his arm. He had shot a large amount of heroin in one shot. It was most definitely suicide IMO. He knew damn well his tolerance as he would cut pills in half when he took them.

I suppose it doesn't get much worse when someone kills themselves when they have a fiance, child, and all the money in the world. He coulda walked right in to success in terms of careers. It would have been rather hard for him not to get an awesome job from his families business.

The weird thing is that his facebook page is still up two years later and people still post on it. I feel bad for his family and I feel like its weird that they write him messages like he actually gets them. He fucking killed himself and is dead. Nothing is gonna change that.

That is some fked up shit right there. I've had many surgeries with screws and plates and the thought of digging in there makes my fkin skin crawl. As for your dealer guy sounds pretty hardcore. I kinda know a guy like that. "Know" (distant acquaintance) who did some of that shit, mercking ppl. Took 2 years in an African jail as a white guy for having a gun that killed a cop in his possession. Did the time like it was "nuttin but a thang" lol.
 
^i know reading that post about the screw gave me the heebie jeebies.

Ok so i have a good one about an addict. Its similar to bluesaffrons on page one but a little worse.

So back in SLC i had this old junkie and crackhead who lived in the apts across from me named Kat. He was this old school shriveled up white tattooed junkie w a rat tail who had his hey days in new york in the 70s and constantly reminisced about it. He contracted HIV from a prostitute he shared a needle with despite washing it out w bleach, so he always preached to never share needles even if you try to make them aspetic. He now had full blown AIDS. He would sit in his basement studio apt that was dark dingy and dirty which he named the Kat Kave .

Anyway, he had NO veins left. He had a giant fucking hole in the muscle on his shin that was just rotted away black and red ooze. Thats not even the worst part. Like I said he had freakin AIDS. All the ooze and pus would get in his way when hed try to shoot (btw when he was shooting you could not text talk or EVEN BREATH he would yell to mouth breath because we were breathing too loud and he needed concentration to shoot.)

So anyway like i said all the ooze and pus would get in the way so heres the grossest part. He ALWAYS had a plastic bucket full of room tempnwater and a fuckin dirty washrag that he would constantly wipe he rotted pus filled leg w then wring it out in the hucket and wash it more w the same dirty blood pus and aids infected cesspoool. The water was murky and a brown greyish marroon color. Sometimes he would wash it vigoursly and i would go across the room to avoid water being splashed on me. This was no small wound either-it was about ten ineches long on the meatist part of your shin and atleast six inches wide. No skin whatsoever just pure rotting flesh. You couldnt see veins or anything because it was just a rotted mass of decayed flesh.

But the worst part was that fucking nasty bucket and wash rag. And then hed pour the aids infested and blood strewn water down the drain-draw up more and keep scrubbing his leg. It was his tweak when hed smoke crack. And aince he couldnt stand well-hed pay people in nickels of crack to keep their eye to the peep hole all night long because he was so noided out. And he would be a fucking nut after being up for a few days.
 
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^I've never said this after reading a post on BL, but I could fuckin puke right now.
If I didn't know you from here, I'd call bullshit. But I know.
Jesus fucking Christ. +1 to ohshea.
 
I know a guy who actually increases the original price while I'm on the way, "It's X now", He also asks me to give him some when he gets it for me, pretty crummy dealer, but he's only one..

That's when you say, "Sorry, I only have exactly what you said the first time, turning around and going home now!"
 
^Have you ever seen someone pop a abscess? One of the most disgusting things I ever saw.

Back around the same time I knew that Kat guy w the leg i was crazy into speedballs and had horrible safe injecting practices. I ended up w an abcess on my forearm right above my tendons that was so close to the skin it was making stretch marks. I waited so long it was turning my skin on my left arms shades of purple and a rust hue which i later round out was blood poisoning.

When i FINALLY couldnt stand it anymore, my whole arm felt like it was on fire i went to the ER. The doctor and nurses were schoked when they saw it and the doc begged to call my mom in alaska but i refused to give him permission. Eventually i said yes and he called her and said if i waouldve waited 48 more hours the wouldve had to amputate it. I wonder if this was the truth tho.

So anyway, since i was a heroin addict and this was utah, not the most liberal or unserstanding state, they refuaed to give me pain meds and only gave me lidocaine to numb it. The took this huge four inch needles and injected all around and on top of the abcess the whole time im screaming bloody murder and cursing so bad the people outside thought i was in labor and eventually they put a wash rag in my mouth to bite down on the pain was so excruciating.

Finally they sliced it open and it was like a volcano i felt all the entrapped pus free itself from the pressure of being under my skin and just kept exploding i couldnt believe how much of this green & red milky liquid with chunks was coming out of my arm they were putting it into a cup and it filled one and a half of the cups which looked about 8oz each.

The worst part was the smell. Once he sliced the wound with the scalpel the most horridsmll permeated throughout the room it was like the smell of rotting death once it invaded my nostrils i coughed and asked what the hell was it and the er doc said it was my infection.

So anyway they admitted to the hospital w iv antibiotics in my neck which sucked because the butterfly needle kept hittong my collarbone whenever id try to sleep or turn my neck. I had to have surgery from a plastic surgeon because the infection was on my tendons and he had to remove it. Reason it was a plastic surgeon was because your wrist is one of the most nerve dense areas in your body due to all the delicate motor skills and plastic surgeons have the most experience with nerve dense areas.

Stayed in the hospital for one of the worst most boring stays of my life withdrawing. They gave me this medicine that is used to lower blood pressure but can be used off label for heroin wd but it didnt do shit. Cant remember the name of it though. It was a super teeny pill.

Ive had 3 more abcesses since that ive had to go to the hospital for before. One was ao bad i would walk around w my arm above my head because it helped reduce the pain.

Thank god i learned clean iv practices since and havent had an abcesses since 2010.
 
Reminds me of my worst abcess, my veins weren't as good anymore so I'd been muscling in my upper arm, it got red and tender and swollen and hurt so bad, I mentioned to a fellow junkie I was going to go to SF General to get it lanced and he was like NO. They will carve you up. I'd actually been told that before by other people too, that they'd cut you way more than they need to and leave you with awful scars if not a hole in your arm.. so I decided to do it myself. Took a rig, shot some coke into the skin above it, and then inserted the rig back in and just wriggled it around til I had a hole maybe the size of three toothpicks together. Then I just put it over a container and squeezed. I'll spare you the color description, but it wasn't pretty. I kept squeezing til all I was getting was blood - I think I got about a cup and a half of pus. The next day the pain was a lot better. I squeezed it once more and got a little more out, and after that it healed up no problem. I can't even find the scar from the hole now. It's not what I'd recommend to someone with a bad abcess, but I've always had a pretty good immune system, and I think that helped.
 
Shit. Things can get pretty fucking messy when you're shooting. I vaguely knew one guy who shot in the groin, and nobody could be in the same room as him: he reeked of rotting flesh, and his legs were purple. I don't know what happened to him, he just dropped off the radar; I'm thinking that smell was gangrene, and I'm thinking things may not have gone well for him.
 
Blue saffron- i dont know why your friends told you that. They dont carve you up they just make a thin slice with a scalpel. Unless its really deep and infected it will be a hole on its own when they cut it,which happened w my wrist. you could stick a thumb in there and they rolled up gauze into a cylinder and stick it in there to absorb the remaining pus, called wicking it.

Once i had a wick in an abcess in the crook of my arm and this was a deep pocketed abcess. Theres was so much fuckin gauze in there you wouldnt believe it. I ended up going to jail and was dopesick and wanted to know what time it was because i was bored of waiting for court so i pulled the gauze out of my arm, it was a weird type of gauze that looked like a shoe lace and pushed it under cell door and pushed it out as far as i could, at least six feet to get the guards attention. The guards were so pissed claiming they had to sanitize the whole floor now but i doubt they did anything.
 
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