"HOW COME WE DON'T COUNT THE HOURS WE'RE HIGH BUT WE COUNT EVERY SECOND WE WITHDRAWL"
Whoa, cleaning out and cleaning up and I come across this journal........dated in like 2002..............and I'm looking why the he*l I got numbers like
12+6=18+8=26
Here's the words.........something like "I can't believe it's only 8 hours. I can't stand this. It's now 22 hours and I think it's gonna get worse. No, I know it's gonna get worse. Just one bag I wouldn't do the whole thing".
Lord have mercy.
I ain't throwing that out. Pretty profound them words though cause we count them seconds in withdrawl. Look at the clock. Never do we count the hours we are high. Ya don't. Ya lay back and just be high and think about how ya got to go scam something.
Bryn it's mad when you see things that remind you of days gone by, eh? Just think how bad you must have been feeling at that time, eh? Not any more though!!!
I remember waiting for the chemist to open on a tues so i could go n get my meth...... 6.00, 6.01, 7.00, 7.01 and on AAARRRGGGHHH. I'd always be sick qas i got it weekly but gulped it in the first few days(tut tut)
Have a good night, Kev
I remember waiting for the chemist to open on a tues so i could go n get my meth...... 6.00, 6.01, 7.00, 7.01 and on AAARRRGGGHHH. I'd always be sick qas i got it weekly but gulped it in the first few days(tut tut)
Have a good night, Kev
..Bryn..
..Very true Bryn, very true..Robbie..
..Very true Bryn, very true..Robbie..
What a nightmare, right?
Ohhhhh, Kev it's by the minute, and the hands on the clock go backward......and the digi clock it don't change...........awful, awful.
Keeping that bad boy around with the journals to remind me........how soon we forget..........poor, Kev........waited in an alley sick like that plenty of times in a line.........lined up on both sides like sitting ducks for the Po-Po or some nutjob figures he'll rob the lot of us.........packed in with nowhere to run...only to hear the dealers yell........FIVE MINUTES.........all the groans and the guy in front says "He said that a half hour a go".........more groans.....sick stuff.
People all having to go to work.......crouched down getting sick......and would ya let them have your place in line..........he*llla NO.......ya sympathized but won't nobody moving in front of ya........good reminder that was...my journal!
Ohhhhh, Kev it's by the minute, and the hands on the clock go backward......and the digi clock it don't change...........awful, awful.
Keeping that bad boy around with the journals to remind me........how soon we forget..........poor, Kev........waited in an alley sick like that plenty of times in a line.........lined up on both sides like sitting ducks for the Po-Po or some nutjob figures he'll rob the lot of us.........packed in with nowhere to run...only to hear the dealers yell........FIVE MINUTES.........all the groans and the guy in front says "He said that a half hour a go".........more groans.....sick stuff.
People all having to go to work.......crouched down getting sick......and would ya let them have your place in line..........he*llla NO.......ya sympathized but won't nobody moving in front of ya........good reminder that was...my journal!
