Oh my god, mine is probably my dealer's girl....she's a crackhead and a mega dope fiend. She prostitutes and before she got with my guy she would turn tricks like crazy and even rob some of em at gunpoint if she was in a bad way (she is this little white girl so it seems kind of bizarre, but she is tough as shit). She has all these crazy stories about people she has seen murdered and shot and stabbed and beaten, and most of her closest friends have died from ODs. She has escorted, run drugs, sold herself on street corners, stripped, robbed houses/people, stolen cars, you name it she has done and seen it ALL. She shoots up non stop literally all day every day, and just had a baby seven months ago with my dealer. She shot up all day every day WHILE pregnant, smoked crack too, then gave birth to this baby who had to be in the hospital for over a month on a morphine drip because it was withdrawing so bad. Baby is ok now but her sister has guardianship, and these two never even see her, just act like parents of the year because they keep a fucking picture of her on their mirror. They just sit in this dingy nasty motel room all day long smoking crack and doing/slinging dope. I hate even giving them my money (and I give them A LOT of my money), but they're the best connect I have. I stop at mcdonalds for them almost every time I cop so they can eat that day, and I also stop and buy her works from walmart or walgreens so she can use clean rigs instead of nasty old ones like she would do normally. Ugh I just feel so bad thinking about her because I see myself in her sometimes, like she came from an upper middle class family like mine, just a suburb over, and all her sisters are wealthy businesswomen and there she is, sleeping with and sponging dope off this 50 year old black scumbag dealer from the hood (she is only 29) so she can get her fix. Her entire body has these nasty tracks and abscess scars all over (arms, legs, hands, feet, torso, I mean EVERYWHERE), and she has picked her face to DEATH while tweaking- she seriously has these crater-like scars in her face from picking at it while high. God I didn't even SCRATCH the surface with stories she has told me about her past, but I am noddin too hard right now so I'm gonna end here. Maybe I'll add more later because I have more i could add about her, AND another story about the fucker who first shot me up (supposed to be a "friend", yep). Gahhh this thread is depressing but does make me feel a little bit better about myself, haha. Although at the same time, I think about these people and how they had to start somewhere just like me, and I just hope to god that I don't end up where they are someday....