Paregoric Kid
01-16-2005, 05:29 AM
yeah this is a big rant cause I just took 8 methadone with a lot of potentiators and I have no one to talk to and I'm pretty bummed since I got fucked over twice this weekend
ok well fucking this kid who I knew since I was little his parents and my parents were friends and what not. I'm good friends with his brother and I asked him if he knew anyone that could score morphine or OCs. he reffered me to his brother who woke me up with a call one morning this week. he said he'd be right over so I went outside and he pulled up. I got in the car and he says he can get anything. he says it's a little drive. I ask where, the city, 40 minutes away. so I figure he's going to really hook me up. who would be dumb enough to rip someone off who knows where you live and knows what car you drive, right? well he tells me he can try and get a bundle or something. the day before I could have got one off my best friend but nope some force of nature said no. on the way up we see like 20 cops so he asks if I got anything on me and I ate the methadone I had and the fucker has the balls to ask me for one for free. he can't believe I eat more than 2, this kid was involved with drugs for years but he has no concept of tolerance, "oh it's cause your a big kid right?" fuckin moron. so he says get something to eat at burger king he'll be back in 10 minutes, 15 at most. by the way, cops get a 50 cent discount at metro burger kings. an hour later he comes in and we go back home and he said he the guy burned him, but he got crack from the guys cousin HAHAHAHA, so he smoked it with me. he swears he'll hook me up since he has a 40k a year job and is getting his check friday and he doesnt want his brother to know he goes to the city to score coke. so I give him the benefit of a week and he says he can't come over cause he's drunk and to call back the next day. while we were driving back from the city that day I specifically told him that if there was one drug I had no desire to try it was ecstacy. what does this fuck bring to me on saturday? ecstacy. and guess fucking what, it's fake. MOLLYS MAN THEY ARE MOLLYS. capsules a quarter filled with crap. they don't work either. I gave one to a friend on the condition he'd pay me if they worked. they didn't so I opened another capsule and offered him a line. after 2 hours nothing happened. so even as much as I didn't want to try it I did. did absolutly nothing, if anything MAYBE, and this is a fuckin stretch, maybe it sped me up, just a bit. it could have been fake "legal" xtc shit but who knows. anyways this fuck is in cahoots with this other kid who ripped me off this week. he shit talked this kid. this kid is a junky, the fastest shooter I've ever seen. I bought 5 bags off him once and he did one in front of me, shot up in a sec, he's fucking inhuman. his veins jump out and ask him to hit them. well he never really ripped me off before so what reason does he have to fuck over a customer. all week he says I CAN GET FENTANYL LOLLYPOPS, MORPHINE IR, AND OC 40S. the one night he got ocs he said he was too sick to sell any cause he did too much. plus I don't like OCs, I mean they are ok, but I'd pick morphine over oc any day, it's all the same shit really, but it's my little preference. so I call back and go to his door and knock the next day and he doesn't get the fuck ahold of me. then the rest of the week he's calling after I had been ripped off by his friend. OH ARE YOU SURE THAT GUY DIDN'T RIP YOU OFF. this cunt, this motherfucker calls up to my friend at work and asks if we want anything and I get on the phone and tell him to hold 4 morphine IRs. with my LAST $15, note I DON'T FUCKING WORK, I live off of my ativan and dexedrine scripts, and borrowing $10 from a friend, we drive over and my friend has to go the back way for some reason. he comes back with the pills that say M on them. I told him not get them if they were more than $25 for 2 and he gets the 2 for $30. I'd done a dilaudid, allegedly, before with an M on them and they got me loaded so I thought I could rest easy. My friend who is not quite an experienced opiate user to say the least gets slightly fucked up on them. I go home and look up the inscription from the numeros on the other side. it turns out it's fucking flexeril. I was fucking furious. he knew I was getting these pills and he knew I know the fucking difference between fucking morphine and a fucking god foresaken muscle relaxer. so anyways I'm going to put bleach in the kids gas tank, he'll need a new engine or car, so I figure we're even. the other kid, the muscle relaxer faggot I'll deal with personally. this cunt sits in his little fucking apartment all day. he's a fucking mommas boy. a 20 somethin who sits at home all day with his fucking room of transformers toys and a 90 pill methadone script all day never leaves his fuckin house and treats any potential girlfriend like shit. he is a 12 year old boy trapped inside an old junkies body. I ought to steal his fucking toys, I'd bet he'd cry like a big baby.
well it's not very informative but it pisses me off because I got burned. I have lost $10-15 before on bunk shit but this pisses me off that I lost the money I had (I intended to sell half of whatever I was to get) saved for a bus ticket to mardi gras in new orleans. life sucks, I seriously don't know why I don't just OD and skip this living shit. is there a point besides fixing and getting pleasure out of life. and the fact is pleasure is illegal. this is shit. if I were born in a different time I could be living comfortably. wah wah
sorry
I'm just real fucking fed up.
oh yeah and I wasn't like trusting total strangers with my money, but this shit always happens.
this is twice as bad as the missing percocets I posted about last year lol
life sucks, shoot dope and scum that fuck you over
ok well fucking this kid who I knew since I was little his parents and my parents were friends and what not. I'm good friends with his brother and I asked him if he knew anyone that could score morphine or OCs. he reffered me to his brother who woke me up with a call one morning this week. he said he'd be right over so I went outside and he pulled up. I got in the car and he says he can get anything. he says it's a little drive. I ask where, the city, 40 minutes away. so I figure he's going to really hook me up. who would be dumb enough to rip someone off who knows where you live and knows what car you drive, right? well he tells me he can try and get a bundle or something. the day before I could have got one off my best friend but nope some force of nature said no. on the way up we see like 20 cops so he asks if I got anything on me and I ate the methadone I had and the fucker has the balls to ask me for one for free. he can't believe I eat more than 2, this kid was involved with drugs for years but he has no concept of tolerance, "oh it's cause your a big kid right?" fuckin moron. so he says get something to eat at burger king he'll be back in 10 minutes, 15 at most. by the way, cops get a 50 cent discount at metro burger kings. an hour later he comes in and we go back home and he said he the guy burned him, but he got crack from the guys cousin HAHAHAHA, so he smoked it with me. he swears he'll hook me up since he has a 40k a year job and is getting his check friday and he doesnt want his brother to know he goes to the city to score coke. so I give him the benefit of a week and he says he can't come over cause he's drunk and to call back the next day. while we were driving back from the city that day I specifically told him that if there was one drug I had no desire to try it was ecstacy. what does this fuck bring to me on saturday? ecstacy. and guess fucking what, it's fake. MOLLYS MAN THEY ARE MOLLYS. capsules a quarter filled with crap. they don't work either. I gave one to a friend on the condition he'd pay me if they worked. they didn't so I opened another capsule and offered him a line. after 2 hours nothing happened. so even as much as I didn't want to try it I did. did absolutly nothing, if anything MAYBE, and this is a fuckin stretch, maybe it sped me up, just a bit. it could have been fake "legal" xtc shit but who knows. anyways this fuck is in cahoots with this other kid who ripped me off this week. he shit talked this kid. this kid is a junky, the fastest shooter I've ever seen. I bought 5 bags off him once and he did one in front of me, shot up in a sec, he's fucking inhuman. his veins jump out and ask him to hit them. well he never really ripped me off before so what reason does he have to fuck over a customer. all week he says I CAN GET FENTANYL LOLLYPOPS, MORPHINE IR, AND OC 40S. the one night he got ocs he said he was too sick to sell any cause he did too much. plus I don't like OCs, I mean they are ok, but I'd pick morphine over oc any day, it's all the same shit really, but it's my little preference. so I call back and go to his door and knock the next day and he doesn't get the fuck ahold of me. then the rest of the week he's calling after I had been ripped off by his friend. OH ARE YOU SURE THAT GUY DIDN'T RIP YOU OFF. this cunt, this motherfucker calls up to my friend at work and asks if we want anything and I get on the phone and tell him to hold 4 morphine IRs. with my LAST $15, note I DON'T FUCKING WORK, I live off of my ativan and dexedrine scripts, and borrowing $10 from a friend, we drive over and my friend has to go the back way for some reason. he comes back with the pills that say M on them. I told him not get them if they were more than $25 for 2 and he gets the 2 for $30. I'd done a dilaudid, allegedly, before with an M on them and they got me loaded so I thought I could rest easy. My friend who is not quite an experienced opiate user to say the least gets slightly fucked up on them. I go home and look up the inscription from the numeros on the other side. it turns out it's fucking flexeril. I was fucking furious. he knew I was getting these pills and he knew I know the fucking difference between fucking morphine and a fucking god foresaken muscle relaxer. so anyways I'm going to put bleach in the kids gas tank, he'll need a new engine or car, so I figure we're even. the other kid, the muscle relaxer faggot I'll deal with personally. this cunt sits in his little fucking apartment all day. he's a fucking mommas boy. a 20 somethin who sits at home all day with his fucking room of transformers toys and a 90 pill methadone script all day never leaves his fuckin house and treats any potential girlfriend like shit. he is a 12 year old boy trapped inside an old junkies body. I ought to steal his fucking toys, I'd bet he'd cry like a big baby.
well it's not very informative but it pisses me off because I got burned. I have lost $10-15 before on bunk shit but this pisses me off that I lost the money I had (I intended to sell half of whatever I was to get) saved for a bus ticket to mardi gras in new orleans. life sucks, I seriously don't know why I don't just OD and skip this living shit. is there a point besides fixing and getting pleasure out of life. and the fact is pleasure is illegal. this is shit. if I were born in a different time I could be living comfortably. wah wah
sorry
I'm just real fucking fed up.
oh yeah and I wasn't like trusting total strangers with my money, but this shit always happens.
this is twice as bad as the missing percocets I posted about last year lol
life sucks, shoot dope and scum that fuck you over