I spent many a time on my hands and knees brushing carpet for a rock I might have dropped after my stash was all gone. I had just sold a house, and had lots of money. My dealer was good at one thing: knowing where the best product in town was. Part of the thrill was driving her down to the drug area of town and scoring. A police car hit it's siren right behind us right after she had bought a few hundred dollars worth of rock and jammed it down her pants. I looked in the rear-view and the two cops were staring at each other, the light had changed so I took off. That's how close I came to sitting in jail 3 years. I also got ripped off and even robbed.
I should tell you about my Heroin dealer and how I died with her....twice.
All of this happened when I was on a downward slide anyway, and yes, I'm on a disability retirement now, probably from Lyme disease, so all those days are long long gone.
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