New Year, Same Drug

My arms look like shit. I guess this goes without saying.

So, here we are, 2010. We're starting to really tire of our current dealer and his odd hours. I don't understand how a dealer can not be available for 10 minutes to make 100 bucks. What the fuck, Frank. What kind of dealer does that shit? "Call me later." I call later. "In a couple of hours." A few hours pass. "Don't have any movies right now. Try me in the morning." Goddammit...another sweaty night where I wake up every hour and try to air out the junk stink.

We got a new lead today from a fellow user. We have a semi-lead of a dealer that sells wholesale. We'll see if either of these turn into something solid.

When you are between scores you don't think of anything but shooting up. It's looking a bit bleak, my addiction. We discovered recently that we can quit if we have to. That's because Frank was unavailable for almost a week, which was not fun.

I think we'll get the hook up tomorrow morning. We'll see.