Discussion in 'The Bar' started by dawg, Apr 13, 2014.
Good grief….I can't even comprehend being that incoherent.
It's like 4 n02 cartridges in a row.
I used to watch heroin junkies from the 4rth floor roof of my building down on the abandoned amtrack heroin train tracks in manhattan.
I watched one guy repeatedly undress this woman while shooting up and nodding out down by the tracks.
I also got 2 heroin whores to flash their tits at me from down there.
Wow. I shouldn't have watched this. Bad memories, when you've lived with/loved someone with this addiction. Too close to home for me.
But that's reality nonetheless. And I guess a little reality can't hurt the inexperienced/vulnerable.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
I had crack friends, dust friends, weed friends, base friends, mushroom friends, pill friends and crazy friends.
I've cut it down to weed and beer friends.
And E friends.
It was fucking awesome. I couldn't see shit but they heard me yell, "Flash me YOUR TITS!"
I had all those friends too. Thankfully, I didn't have any heroin friends.
4th floor roof was where all the action was.
How do you know they flashed you if you couldn't see?
I knew a guy who crashed his bike broad siding a car making a left turn with an unbuckled helmet and an army jackety with a heineken in each pocket.
He flew 60 feet and landed on a pedestrian who walked away without treatment.
My friend broke his wrists and ankles and needed pins and anchors and the guy he landed on saved his life.
I watched him base in his hospital room. Baller
I could make out the outline.
And his neck. He broke his neck also.
Yea. The throws of heroin addiction is pretty "fucking awesome".
Glad those girls could make your night.