Black Friday

Today thousands of fucking people waited out in the cold in the middle of the night to save a few bucks on useless bullshit.

I kept thinking all day today, "Hey, why doesn't my dealer offer a special today? Come on, Frank, how about 2 for 1?"

You may have noticed the name of my dealer changed. Well, it's been a while since I've posted a blog...7 months...

When someone writes about drugs and takes a 7 month hiatus, it usually means the writer cleaned up or died. Well, I didn't do either one. I'm in the same stupid position where I love junk but I hate the sickness and the lack of funds.

Our previous dealer "went away", so he referred us to another dude..."Frank". Frank is much better than Vince. He actually acts like a drug dealer. He'll meet you when he says he'll meet you. He doesn't need someone to drive him around, and he doesn't just lie for no reason. He's straight with you, for the most part.

He's an odd one...a daytime dealer. He must have a wife and kids (kids are confirmed). Lately, we've been having to meet earlier and earlier.I know East 7th Street better than any other area of Austin due to the past few months of dealing with Frank.

I have to work tomorrow...I wonder if Frank is working too. Well,if he is, I'll get a text from him, and maybe we'll have the money to get a half. Otherwise, I'm taking the meds we acquired that takes care of junk sickness.

It's sad how the prescription medication that fights withdrawalymptoms is more expensive and harder to get than heroin itself. Explain that one to me. You want junkies to get better, then quit putting up road blocks,dick licks. Nicorette gum and the patch cost more than cigarettes,so smokers keep killing themselves.

Addicts stay hooked, and drug companies get richer. It's the way of the world, what can you do?

Anyway, I'm back.