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glass is waaaaay too high-brow. Down here, we use cans.

i was gonna make a lightbulb reference
like tiny broken xmas lights
wasnt sure if it would go over
but meth from a can
wow thats depressing

ryan summit wrote:i was gonna make a lightbulb reference
like tiny broken xmas lights
wasnt sure if it would go over
but meth from a can
wow thats depressing

Tell me about it! There was a duplex I lived in. And my rear-neighbor was standing behind the fence that separated my yard from his. Dude called out to me as I was about to head back in my house after I had a cig. So I asked what was up. He said he saw shadows moving through his living room from outside (so I'm guessing he was returning home and hadn't made it inside yet). Anyway, he asked me if I'd go in with him in case someone was inside. So I agreed. We get in, and no one was in his house. I saw pieces of his ceiling on the floor, and the place smelled like burning wires and doodoo. He apologized for bothering me with it, saying he was paranoid from being stabbed so many times. He then proceeds to show me some of his stab wounds by lifting up his shirt and offering the disclaimer that he "wasn't a f*g or nuthin". So I'm just like "O-k....". Then he asked me if I wanted to smoke. It's pretty common knowledge that I like the weed, so I'm like, "well sure!" Dude proceeds to hand me a bent up Pepsi can and I'm like "oh, dude-I can run and grab my bowl real quick, or some papers". And he was said that neither of those would work. Then it sort of occurred to me he might not have been talking about weed. "What are you talkin' about smokin', man?" and he points to these boulders on his kitchen table. I told him he had me fucked up, that I only liked booze and weed. Never went back over there again. Oh but he came to my house. At 4am, wanting to use my phone to call the dope man. I was just lying down to sleep off a drunk, so it pissed me off but good. I chased his ass out of my yard and threw my neighbor's bike at the dude. That was that. Never saw ol' Crackhead Dave again.

now THAT,my friend
was an awesome story
i just had to remind myself what thread this was
ha, the neighbors bike

never had many run-ins with meth heads though. Plenty with crack heads, who are generally more comical and less disturbing.

yeah we dont got much meth in ny either
has something to do with the mafia i think
theyre old fashioned
and trust the profit margins of cocaine
i wonder why alabama is light
maybe a a niche market you can tap into
HEY,blooghost
HOW UNHIPSTER IS THIS THREAD NOW?
whered everybody go?
but yeah crack heads always got a philosophy
or a big plan inthe works
entertaining as long as
a) they have crack in and on them
b)they think somehow you have crack or money
and you are gonna let them have some eventually
on 6th ave and 8th st in nyc
theres a specific breed of street performer/crackhead
they aggressively run up on you
and ask if you wanna hear a joke
you dont have to answer cause theyre already tellin it
its always a funny joke
if you havent told them to fuck off yet
but if you havn managed to escape by he punch line
gettin away without a paper money exchange is tough
it sucks cause theres a decent falafel joint over there

Truth be told, my crack head dealings were in my home state of Georgia, when I was piss-poor and living in shady neighborhoods. There's actually meth-a-plenty in Alabama. About 15 minutes from where I live now, there's a trailer park/meth commune. No more hipsterism in the thread because crack heads and meth heads scare hipsters. Suckaz gettin' robbed for they raybans. Fuck. I...have Raybans...Things are better now.

Met a crackhead on a bus once. Told me I was Brad Pitt and he was Michael Jackson. Told me the devil's name was "Nobody", because he didn't have a body of his own. Said the devil threw rocks at him, and he picked em up and smoked em. I miss that guy.

Jovial crackheads? Man, that's awesome. All the ones in Georgia only ever say "Hey boss, lemme hold 7.50 for my bad fanbelt." Guess they already have the other 2.50. And here I was thinkin' that the dopeman don't take change...hmmm...

Summit, I love your priorities. Falafels rule.

blooghost wrote:No more hipsterism in the thread because crack heads and meth heads scare hipsters.

meth heads scare ME, and i've had multiple close friends who became crack/powder cocaine addicts. they all managed to keep the basic structure of their lives relatively intact. it's the ones on meth that destroyed their families, lost their jobs, and otherwise turned themselves into pathetic shadows of themselves.

Yeah, meth is some bad, bad shit. Can't say I'm scared of the people that use it, necessarily. I'm scared to look at 'em, maybe. I just typically don't fear humans, or "pathetic shadows" thereof. What's the worst thing a person can do, kill me? Torture me first? Meh, I say! My corporeal being is temporary. The "soul", or "energy" within is not. Unless it is. In which case, a dreamless and perpetual sleep follows. Fuck, can't be any worse than some of my old jobs...

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blooghost wrote: What's the worst thing a person can do, kill me? Torture me first? ...

steal one shoe
i wasnt a scary crackhead
ive managed tostay the same
through mymany phases of addiction
i have seen the jekyll/hyde thing too often
as a matter of fact
theres one dude now inmylife
kinda met him at the end of my career
one thing when you get close to other addicts
they are always exactly on the same path as you
if your gonna get clean, so are they
if youre only gonna shoot coke from now on, so are they
if youre goin back on a program, so are they
but hes 24
got alot more damage to do before he wises up
or is lost for good
but his idea of clean is smokin crack at the moment
doesnt think i now whats up
i dont care
none of my business
but i have some work situationsi have to be in with him
every single one is difficult
called me at 8pm tonight for a ride to "lowes"
to get "play sand"
which happens to be very cheap
and lowes happens to be round the corner from a crack spot
i know that trick
"yo can we make one more quick stop,
gotta pick up money from a client"
two hours later i got a baseball bat in hand
tryin to save his life over a $10 rock
beenthere done that
need a long break from all that shit
the drugs werent the hard part for me
my mind is alot more content when chemically annhialated
its the game and all the shitheads i cant take
and im not a scary asshole liar creep like the rest of em
no place for a junkie with morals out there
but i will help out anyone who asks
if theres one thing that tortures a dude in that space
its the island he created for himself
and if a few people in my life didnt stick around
there woulda been no reason ever to come off
but thats my burden
if youve never seen the dark side
you dont have to trust some scumbag
that probably tried to rob you a few times
that its real bad and hes ready to stop
cause they probably got theyre hand in your pocket
while you hold their dirty tissues

You're an awesome dude, Ryan. I've done just about everything under the sun, with the exception of bangin' shit, crack, and pcp. I guess I always gravitated towards psychedelics, weed, and booze back in my fiendy-fiend days. I've lost a good friend to the needle, and almost lost another. Like, dude died and was miraculously revived. These days, I don't even really drink. Just have the occasional beer. Smoke the hell out of some pot though. Probably always will. Willie Nelson style.

now pot
that shit scares me
its so strong these days
every once in a while ill take a hit before we jam
but like a quarter of one of them one hitters
the ones that look like a cigarette
and the one guitar chop that i have
turns into a week old chicken nugget
i grew up on paterson nj dime bags
either chocolate thai with choc. kisses on the bags
or skunk that had shamrocks on them
im positive it was all the same brick weed
it was like beer in green or brown bottles
like whoa green beer gives me a headache
and could smoke a ton of that stuff
you know four foot bongs made outta anything
if i took a 4 foot snow bong hit of that cali weed today
im sure i would die
a little marijuana maintainence would be nice
but ive tried and it aint for me
i never lost my love for psychadelics though
im still under the impression it was good for me
a decent trip was like rebootin the system
id take acid in a second
no one my age would touch the stuff though
plus i wouldnt even know where to find it
back in the 90s there was always some weirdo
dreadlock jack,redbeard john, rainbow mike, or scrappydildo
that was the guy with acid for a while
none of them ever thought they needed rubber gloves
all wide eyed and happy to serve the public need
and groups of 3-4 kids wandering down the street on a friday night
id always feel bad when a gang of trippin kids walked by
they get real quiet as they pass
no eye contact
but one of them will take a peek at you
and about 20feet after they pass you
you just hear this explosion of laughter
its like what am i that funny lookin
i gotta bug you out
im just standin here
anyway im sure ive made alot of people equally uncomfy
i called a friend of mine a pussy on mushrooms once
because he wouldnt eat more mushrooms
i could tell he didnt stop thinkin about it all day and night
pussy....Pussy....PUssY....PUSSY
probly echoed in his head the whole time

back in the mid late 90s i used to drop all the time. we had a couple raver buddies that just couldnt have 2 day old blotters so we would buy quarter sheets off him for like 50 bucks! we would sell off enough to make our money back and buy some oj then trip our asses off in the forest preserve.
then ecstasy took over and it was damn tough to find acid. its been like 12 or so years. i would drop again in the proper situation though.