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Published On: March 28th, 2008 | 10:57 AM |
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An experience. Well this is an experience that I would assume most people haven't gone through. It was a high stressed situation that seemed to go on and on. But it was my own fault that I was put in the situation to begin with.
First you need to know a little something about me. I am a former drug addict. I've led a crazy life, one most people would never experience. I'm most certainly not proud of it, yet the whole process of addiction taught me more about myself in the last 8 years I was in that hole, than I would have learned in 20 years of normal living. It was very hard on my body, mind, and soul but I know I came out of the situation a wiser and smarter man.
Without going into too much detail about the daily life of a drug addict(it would take way too long), basically I had to find money and dope everyday no matter what. Otherwise I would get extremely sick and be unable to function. This experience concerns one of those days. I was heading down to the west side in my car attempting to score some dope. There are two types of "dope spots". One involves parking your car getting out and going in to a really dangerous building(example: Robert Tailor Homes). The other isn't nearly as risky, a drive up spot it is called. This is when you drive up to a "spot", yell out the window to the dealers what you need and how many. This story involves both. I was driving up to one of my regular drive up spots to pick up six bags of dope, the guy told me to "do a block"(Drive around the block until he is ready). I drove around, came back to the spot and began the deal. Now at this point in my addiction I was very experienced in buying dope. I wasn't stupid enough to get ripped off. I always needed to see the bags before I gave the money over. This guy was giving me problems. He refused to show me the bags but insisted that everything was cool.
I said, " I won't give you the cash until I see the bags."
After a minute or so I finally peeked a glance at what he had in his hand. It was bullsh*t! He was holding six little pieces of paper. The second I saw that I said, "Nice try man your not ripping me off!" Before I could step on the gas he reached into the car saying,
"Oh no you going to give me my f*ckin' money!".
So I slammed on the gas and took off but, this guy grabbed onto my car where the passenger window was (the window was open for the deal). I dragged this guy half a block before I rolled up the window while taking a corner. He went tumbling off the car as I drove on. But the night wasn't over yet...
I still had to score my fix. I couldn't go home empty handed or risk being dreadfully sick. So I had to go elsewhere. I traveled to another part of the west side to a "park & get out" spot. At places like this the risk was much higher, but the payoff was well worth it. The dope you find there is much stronger. Anyway, I arrived at the building, drove around to make sure it was safe and clear, everything looked cool so I went in. As soon as I stepped in I made an immediate 180 turn and walked back to my car then drove off. The reason being that there were two uniformed cops standing inside right where the deals go down. Luckily they just let me go without any hassles. At that point I decided to wait for about an hour before I went back to the same building. An hour passed, and I was now back at the "spot". This time I walked in and everything was cool, I got padded down by the dealers and took my turn in line. After I purchased what I needed I placed the bags of dope in very well hidden spot and then proceeded back to my car, As I was walking, a cop car just happened by, saw me and stopped me. When they walked up to me I noticed it was the same two cops from an hour earlier. Both were black one male the other female. They began questioning me about what I was doing, as they did so they recognized me as well. At that point they decided to handcuff me and throw me in the back of the squad car. For some reason they never bothered to search me which I found to be quite odd. Because of that fact, as well as not being read my rights, I didn't think I was going to jail. I started to really get concerned when they began to drive away. I thought to myself;
"Oh God, I'm f*cked! I am really going to jail. What am I going to do? What do I say to my friends and family who all believe I'm clean?" Right in the middle of my inner mind panic, the male cop said, "Here's what were are going to do. I'm going to drive a few blocks away, drop you off and you're going to walk back to your car." I was so grateful not to be going to jail that I thanked him immensely before I realized that a "few" blocks to him was about a dozen blocks to the rest of the world. But I didn't care, I was just happy to be getting out of there. They let me loose and I proceeded to trek back to my car, hoping that by the time I got there my car would still be there, and in one piece. When I got back to my car I was relieved to see it hadn't been touched. I got in and drove home with my dope and a big smile on my face knowing that after all that I still scored what I needed and made it out without being robbed, killed, or arrested.
This is just one of many stories I have on this topic. But this one was the most memorable experience I've ever had in the years I was addicted to heroin. It was a trying time, a painful and lonely time, not knowing where my next fix would come from or if I would be able to get it without any problems. Over time I was eventually able to get clean. It didn't happen over night but it did happen, which is more than most heroin addicts can say. I am currently taking methadone to help keep me that way and my life is starting to come together. But how I was able to get clean and the struggle that came with that experience is a story for another time. |
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