AGBeer
Lost in Thought
Today was payday. What this meant for me was getting my bi-monthly herbal re-up.
Of course by living in a non-medical friendly state, I am forced to go to my black market buddy. Dont get me wrong - I have known this cat for several years and I like the guy as a person. However, I HATE having to go to his place to get my herb.
For starters, when you walk in you are greeted with lots of 'shit'. His residence is rather filthy and has lots of bullshit lying everywhere. Walk into the living room to be greeted by a rather large TV. Is the news on? Maybe a DVD of a cool movie? Nope... Just the changing screen of several cameras he has mounted outside.
Every time I go over there, its something new. Once it was 'I almost blew myself up making my BHO' today it was several strips of LSD that he was seperating for distribution. (Believe me, I was tempted!)
THEN, he gets a little baggie full of white powder and starts capsulating/weighing a few. I asked him what it was and his response was 'mollys' (or MDMA - Ecstasy)
Look, Ill be the first to admit that back in my heyday I did a shit-ton of LSD (It was by far my DoC next to cannabis) But nowdays, I wont touch the shit. MDMA? Fuck you very much.
That and the fact that my life is so much different now. I used to be that very individual who didnt give a shit, or at least lived much looser. I am now in the middle-middle/upper-middle social class and being in those environments makes me uncomfortable. It really makes me sad cause I can easily see this guy getting popped eventually. It sucks cause its my buddy, but it also sucks because he is the only person I know that almost always has halfway decent strains available when I ask, and when it goes down for him, Im sure its gonna go dowwwwwwwwwwn.
Maybe some day our government (or at least my fucking state) will get its head out of its ass and make it possible for someone like me to not have to take these damned risks just for the sake of getting 'good' herb.
*Sigh*
-End Vent-
Of course by living in a non-medical friendly state, I am forced to go to my black market buddy. Dont get me wrong - I have known this cat for several years and I like the guy as a person. However, I HATE having to go to his place to get my herb.
For starters, when you walk in you are greeted with lots of 'shit'. His residence is rather filthy and has lots of bullshit lying everywhere. Walk into the living room to be greeted by a rather large TV. Is the news on? Maybe a DVD of a cool movie? Nope... Just the changing screen of several cameras he has mounted outside.
Every time I go over there, its something new. Once it was 'I almost blew myself up making my BHO' today it was several strips of LSD that he was seperating for distribution. (Believe me, I was tempted!)
THEN, he gets a little baggie full of white powder and starts capsulating/weighing a few. I asked him what it was and his response was 'mollys' (or MDMA - Ecstasy)
Look, Ill be the first to admit that back in my heyday I did a shit-ton of LSD (It was by far my DoC next to cannabis) But nowdays, I wont touch the shit. MDMA? Fuck you very much.
That and the fact that my life is so much different now. I used to be that very individual who didnt give a shit, or at least lived much looser. I am now in the middle-middle/upper-middle social class and being in those environments makes me uncomfortable. It really makes me sad cause I can easily see this guy getting popped eventually. It sucks cause its my buddy, but it also sucks because he is the only person I know that almost always has halfway decent strains available when I ask, and when it goes down for him, Im sure its gonna go dowwwwwwwwwwn.
Maybe some day our government (or at least my fucking state) will get its head out of its ass and make it possible for someone like me to not have to take these damned risks just for the sake of getting 'good' herb.
*Sigh*
-End Vent-