Aaarg! So here I am again back doing the same old bullshit that I did when I lived in Arizona. The main difference here is that the dope isn't as good. Seriously... I bought a freaking $20 bag off of this guy here who I've been getting it from and I swear to God the shit was freaking wet or something!! I don't know what the hell was going on with that shit. It was all weird and sticking together and shit.
And then there's the Oregon state lottery. Here in Oregon they have all these slot machines inside the bars. So the same games that I used to have to go to an Indian Reservation casino to play in Arizona are legal everywhere here. So naturally I've been blowing all my tips every night playing the stupid machines!!!!
Do I ever learn? Apparently not.....
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Still Misbehaving...
Ok... so I've still been fucking up a little bit... not as bad as when I did when I lived in Arizona, but I definitely HAVE been shooting shit again off and on. I WILL say this: Meth in Oregon (Portland at least) fucking SUCKS. That's all I've really got time for right now.
Here's a video I took of me shooting a small shot into one of the veins on my boobs.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Long Time No Blog
Been A While....
Wow! It's been forever since I've blogged. I just moved into a new place a couple of weeks ago and don't have an internet connection yet (I've been going through internet withdrawals!) so I've had a lot to blog but no way to blog it. Right now I'm at a friend's house mooching her internet connection off of her so I've got to make this kind of quick. First of all, I've fucked up a couple of times since I've been here in Portland. Things didn't work out with Skyler and I... I won't go into all the probably boring details right now, but I had to get my own place.
Fucking Up Again In New Tweakerland
So the new place I moved into is in this old house in an area of Portland that all the natives lovingly refer to as "Felony Flats". My landlord is this old, usually drunk guy named Dave who smokes pot occasionally and apparently who lets every tweaker in the neighborhood live on his property. There are about 3 motor homes on the property, and as far as I've seen, every one of them has people living in it. There are always shady people running around the property with flashlights conducting what I guess they think are incognito drug deals and "fixing" shit at all hours of the night. (cars, bikes etc)
So long story short, on my way to work one day I stopped this dude who I'd seen around the area a lot and asked him if he knew where to get anything... And it was that fucking easy. Stupid me. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing because I WAS doing so good. But... well here I am again. In fact I just got some tonight, but I can't tell anyone that I'm on it because I don't actually hang out with anyone else that does it. So here I am again.. lying and up to my old tricks.. ***SIGH*** Well, there's more to share, but I can't right now. I've got to leave my friend's house and go catch the train back home..... More later I guess
Wow! It's been forever since I've blogged. I just moved into a new place a couple of weeks ago and don't have an internet connection yet (I've been going through internet withdrawals!) so I've had a lot to blog but no way to blog it. Right now I'm at a friend's house mooching her internet connection off of her so I've got to make this kind of quick. First of all, I've fucked up a couple of times since I've been here in Portland. Things didn't work out with Skyler and I... I won't go into all the probably boring details right now, but I had to get my own place.
Fucking Up Again In New Tweakerland
So the new place I moved into is in this old house in an area of Portland that all the natives lovingly refer to as "Felony Flats". My landlord is this old, usually drunk guy named Dave who smokes pot occasionally and apparently who lets every tweaker in the neighborhood live on his property. There are about 3 motor homes on the property, and as far as I've seen, every one of them has people living in it. There are always shady people running around the property with flashlights conducting what I guess they think are incognito drug deals and "fixing" shit at all hours of the night. (cars, bikes etc)
So long story short, on my way to work one day I stopped this dude who I'd seen around the area a lot and asked him if he knew where to get anything... And it was that fucking easy. Stupid me. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing because I WAS doing so good. But... well here I am again. In fact I just got some tonight, but I can't tell anyone that I'm on it because I don't actually hang out with anyone else that does it. So here I am again.. lying and up to my old tricks.. ***SIGH*** Well, there's more to share, but I can't right now. I've got to leave my friend's house and go catch the train back home..... More later I guess
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