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You know you're a junkie when...

originally by gugglebum: 3. When late at night you hear your friend's voices, worry deeply about your future schizophrenia only to find out they were in the room next door because YOU LET THEM SLEEP OVER THAT NIGHT!
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] even though you dust your room bi-weekly, you've got 1/8" inch layer of dust covering everything in your room, and 80% of it is actually meth dust from smoking daily
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And when i have so many empty butane cans , and those cheap candy colored plastic disposable lighters with the nude skanks in front, missing the top cover of course (used as spur of the moment needle lighter)....and like four huge jugs of empty ethyl alcohol containers used for blue flame burners (no , ma, i use ethyl to disinfect my bathrooom tiles!)

rofl! 8(
 
When you just don't give a shit about anything. If you die. If someone you love dies. If you live in a carboard box of an apartment dump with needles on the floor, bottles on the floor, syringes on the floor, vials on the floor, piss on the floor, squirted blood for IV shots on the wall, a gun in each room just so that you can say that you have them, or kill someone with them. No money to eat cause your last paycheck was spent on your methadone clinic and millions of prescription drug scripts. A doctors fee. A small hole. ONe small dream. Figment of our imagination. And when you wonder what it would feel like to eat human flesh. then your fucking junkie. you fuckin rats
 
You know your a junkie when


locked doors. Blinds closed. Peep hole is your look outside. Bat lays by the door. They might be coming They just might be. .32 stashed in the kitchen cabinet. A butcher knife not made for cutting food. Nontheless, meat. The carpet is blue. The craks i the wall all have a story. The leechs on the floor all can tell the stories but they just infest the structure built for a simple life. How does this mean anything to me? The televsion screen black and white sccratching laughing at your face with wild open red eyes at 4am. No sleep. The furniture is un-furnited. The air conditinor is non existant. The condition is non existant. To the right me friend you see writings on the wall, blood squirted words, from many syringes passed down degeneration. The stereo is blaring on the diner table. The diner table is not fit to eat on. Meaningless magainzines and trash cover it. Nobody is improtant enough to take it out to the trash. Or just lazy. Beer and TV. A cleaver life for a simplton. The radio sure could yell. Its so loud. Was it me? Was it you? Urination and feces are not fit for this vile bathroom. Roaches have made home here. A patio with cigarette butts as a floor. Beer bottle pyramids. Don't step out of line or they will fall. On the floor is a dead junkie. The last words that he told me was that he needed something to eat. And eat he did. That final fix killed echoing vibrations went through her ears, the .32 she held in hand to her head and

The end

R.I.P. Charley and Vanessa Fortelli

You will be missed by few.
 
When you're a known soccer hooligan, and u go to the ghetto to score some heroin, u left the building where it is sold and some guy with a knife get's to your direction and a couple guys scream "NO, HE'S FROM THE SUPPER DRAGONS!!!" and the guy gives up robbing u. Anyway, if he tried to steal my H with his fukin knife, I had a desert eagle in my jacket and things wouldn't be that nice to him :)
 
toxiku said:
When you're a known soccer hooligan, and u go to the ghetto to score some heroin, u left the building where it is sold and some guy with a knife get's to your direction and a couple guys scream "NO, HE'S FROM THE SUPPER DRAGONS!!!" and the guy gives up robbing u. Anyway, if he tried to steal my H with his fukin knife, I had a desert eagle in my jacket and things wouldn't be that nice to him :)
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Tienes todo mi respeto.
 
person said:
My mates let me go through their medicine cabinet cos while im in their, theyre smoking my meth :) works both ways. I definately would not let anyone get away with "searching" through my medicine cabinet for kicks um they will only find toothpaste in mine anyways heh...
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LOL this is quite the norm for my group of good friends...we tinker and fuss and fix endlessly in each others rooms/cabinets/what not. Of course we ask permission, and we generally only do this with our small group ....i mean if a virtual stranger was to jam with us, i dont think she /he would have the balls to start tinkering or to even ask!
When im in me best mates house ( a guy), i have free reign over his rooom and its so much fun, its full of gadgets, dvds, his computer, etc etc. :D I guess its a friend to friend basis, wherein implicit trust and understanding is already a given.
 
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