It was a perfect day to be dopesick.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It was a perfect day to be dopesick.

The cool October wind is rushing past my window, howling at the trees who make spitfire shadows on my cigarette burned laptop. Its been a nice day except for the fact that I have no cash, and I have to go for credit with the dickhead down the street. I dont want Strict dead, or even jailed, just realized.

My drug dealers future.

Id like to see my dealers, the ones who tell me they got my back, the dealers who tell me they'll be back in 20, the dealers who smile through their teeth, the dealers who sell me bullshit for my money, the dealers who think that selling poison is acceptable, the dealers with gold teeth, the dealers in jail, the dealers in prison, the dealers who smile when you tell them your quittin. Id like the dealers put out of business, for a minute, and take stock of what their doing, take stock of what they earned and take stock of what misery gave them what they have.

Dealers wont go away with Barr Pharm. Par Pharm, Danbury, Endo, Watson Laboratories and Teva Pharmaceuticals, Sandoz is my favorite makers of methadone.

If I had a $100 Id buy any of their scripts.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Cops at the door

I had brought back a nice little amount of Burmese powder from Northern Thailand and was surfing a friends couch at EMU. We had known eachother for some years and he initally turned me on to a few drugs Id never tried back in high school. He was my idol, he knew the trade and had connections but he was in his Christian phase at this point and wasnt using anything really, until that day. "let me toot a dot of that stuff you brought back" I was surprised but knew he was the type that knew the dangers of starting in on this type of stuff., I knew he could handle it. I laid out a dot and he sniffed it up and went off to jam in the basement with some other friends we knew from high school. Mudflap as I sometimes call him called me the next day in a panic, "dude, I was jamin with friends in the basement and Ding Dong (as I call him) was askin why I was fallin asleep in the middle of my solos" Well yeah I said, so what, thats normal, what did you tell him? "I told them I did a little bit of your stuff, no big deal I thought, but Ding Ding got all crazy and said hes going to call the cops unless you flush all you got down the toilet" I couldnt believe it, Id known Ding Dong for years, I may have set his locker on fire in high school but it was an accident. DD really thought he could do his part as a good Christian by threatning me with the law. Mudflap says "Dude you got to get that shit outta the house" I hung up the phone and borrowed a car and drove to the woods and buried my shit near a big ghetto palm.
For the next two days Mudflap apoplogized profusely, I of course understood, no one saw that coming but sure enough the door bell rang and three Ypsilanti cops were at the door asking me about drugs in the house. The house was clean so I wasnt worried much. The cops wanted to look around and I promptly told them no and that this drug war was a load of crap. They left and I moved to Detroit for the first time the next day, I figured it would be business as usuall down here.

It was a perfect day to be dopesick.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It was a perfect day to be dopesick.

The cool October wind is rushing past my window, howling at the trees who make spitfire shadows on my cigarette burned laptop. Its been a nice day except for the fact that I have no cash, and I have to go for credit with the dickhead down the street. I dont want Strict dead, or even jailed, just realized.

My drug dealers future.

Id like to see my dealers, the ones who tell me they got my back, the dealers who tell me they'll be back in 20, the dealers who smile through their teeth, the dealers who sell me bullshit for my money, the dealers who think that selling poison is acceptable, the dealers with gold teeth, the dealers in jail, the dealers in prison, the dealers who smile when you tell them your quittin. Id like the dealers put out of business, for a minute, and take stock of what their doing, take stock of what they earned and take stock of what misery gave them what they have.

Dealers wont go away with Barr Pharm. Par Pharm, Danbury, Endo, Watson Laboratories and Teva Pharmaceuticals, Sandoz is my favorite makers of methadone.

If I had a $100 Id buy any of their scripts.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Cops at the door

I had brought back a nice little amount of Burmese powder from Northern Thailand and was surfing a friends couch at EMU. We had known eachother for some years and he initally turned me on to a few drugs Id never tried back in high school. He was my idol, he knew the trade and had connections but he was in his Christian phase at this point and wasnt using anything really, until that day. "let me toot a dot of that stuff you brought back" I was surprised but knew he was the type that knew the dangers of starting in on this type of stuff., I knew he could handle it. I laid out a dot and he sniffed it up and went off to jam in the basement with some other friends we knew from high school. Mudflap as I sometimes call him called me the next day in a panic, "dude, I was jamin with friends in the basement and Ding Dong (as I call him) was askin why I was fallin asleep in the middle of my solos" Well yeah I said, so what, thats normal, what did you tell him? "I told them I did a little bit of your stuff, no big deal I thought, but Ding Ding got all crazy and said hes going to call the cops unless you flush all you got down the toilet" I couldnt believe it, Id known Ding Dong for years, I may have set his locker on fire in high school but it was an accident. DD really thought he could do his part as a good Christian by threatning me with the law. Mudflap says "Dude you got to get that shit outta the house" I hung up the phone and borrowed a car and drove to the woods and buried my shit near a big ghetto palm.
For the next two days Mudflap apoplogized profusely, I of course understood, no one saw that coming but sure enough the door bell rang and three Ypsilanti cops were at the door asking me about drugs in the house. The house was clean so I wasnt worried much. The cops wanted to look around and I promptly told them no and that this drug war was a load of crap. They left and I moved to Detroit for the first time the next day, I figured it would be business as usuall down here.