BART trip home

Thought I would write a little bit more. Hopefully I won't get too depressed and not want to post and lose interest as this blog evolves. As I said before I do all this blogging with my mobile phone since I don't have a computer at home. And there is no way in hell I would write this shit on my computer at work. Even though I know we don't monitor website usage and we can turn off the proxy server on our systems at will. Writing this shit up on a computer would make life a whole lot simpler.

Earlier today I had wanted to go to the Tenderloin and score some Roxicodone 30mgs. A gang of folks had a grip of them on Levenworth yesterday. But I did not know how much they were so I just went a head and bought $20 of Chiva from a dealer, not a runner. I much prefer buying my dope from the dealer since that cuts out any possible "TAXATION" that the runner might be assessing. I will hopefully write about the runners in the future.

While doing some research on the subject the past few days I discovered that the Roxicodone 30mgs could be had for as little at $5 each in the Tenderloin since there is so much of it. Poor bastards in other parts have to pay higher prices, like up to as much as $30 a dose; simple economics - supply and demand. Well when I found that out I figured I needed some since there was so much of it yesterday.

I would much rather have a pill with a known amount of a substance in it than buying some Black Tar Heroin that has been stepped on to hell and back. I know that getting $20 worth of Roxis, that's if I can get em for $5 each, will last me longer than $20 of BTH.

Well when I got down to the spot there was hardly shit for people there. Most of the dealers and runners were moving around walking instead of just standing in one spot like the day before. Everyone I was talking to didn't have shit for Roxis. Just Methadone, which I ain't fucked-up with yet, OP or Opana and Chiva of course. I ain't Fucking with Opana because for me to get a half a good buzz out of I would have to slam it due to my tolerance. I ain't Fucking with needles And tolerance is a bitch.

Long story short, I had to force my hand on some Chiva and got screwed out of about half of my money. Paid about twice as much as I normally would. Bought 3 dime bags for twenty each. That really burnt me. And starting to figure out how much BTH I need I knew what I just got wasn't shit. Good $20 bag up the nose to get a good buzz going. So instead of getting the 12 Roxis like I wanted to for $60 which would have lasted me all weekend I took all the dope up my nose in just two hours. Fucking bullshit. Learned the hardway not to give the dude your money until you know just what you are getting. Just another one of the dope life's lessons.

So is the game