I sometimes sit back and just pay attention to my surroundings, and the other people around, if any. I hear bits and peices of others conversations, and can’t believe half the bullshit they are spitting out of their mouths. I can say it’s bullshit because it’s people I know, and I know 100%, with everything in me that they are full of it.
Example: I found myself in a situation where I was in a moment of weakness, vulnerability, and just plain stupidity (just keepin it real). I already knew the two people I was speaking to were known notoriously for ripping people off, and stealing anything they could get their hands on in order to support their habit. Like me these two individuals were addicted to heroin at one point in their lives, and didn’t give 2 fucks about who they stole or hurt in the process to obtain their drugs and satisfy that craving.
I was in the waiting room at the doctors office when I saw the better half of the two. Sad to say, but so true. I’ve also known this paticular chick longer than her girlfriend. So, I hear from her that she’s got a contact to get xanax bars. My ears perked right the fuck up when I heard that. Not gonna even try and lie. I also just so happened to have access to a lil extra cash. So me and this chick are talking and I’m hearing her telling me everything her girlfriend has already done to her, put her through, plus the lack of common curtosy and respect that someone should have in a relationship. Especially when your in a committed relationship like those two are. When you tell someone that you love them with everything in you, only to turn around and almost beat you to death with a baseball bat! Not forgetting to mention that she’s the one who took the charges and was arressted. Booked into the county jail with her head busted open and bleeding profusely from her injuries (yes they got her medical attention right away).
Yes, I ended up relapsing on xanax that week. I do not ever take them the way I used to, though. Although I’m sure it doesn’t really matter, I took them. In the past I’d take anywhere from 3-4 at a time, so that way I coud have the euphoric effect I wanted, and then I would nod out. Drool all over myself and feel the way I wanted.
Now, when I take them, I do so being responsable. I only got 10 of them. I actually didn’t trust the other girlfriend. I made it clear I didn’t either. I made a joke of it but I was so serious. Of course she smiled her fake ass smile, and said laughingly that she’d not fuck me over.
So, they finally return with the 10. It felt like it took forever for them to bring them back to me. But they did. So, now I have a plug to get xanax when I need them. For the short time it lasted. So, they did me right that time. The next time I came at them with $400. There was some reason I couldn’t ride with them. This chick had me in her sights, even though I knew I was never going to get back that $400 or even see the xanax, I let the leave with the money anyways. Sorta like a test.
Only one they failed so terribly…
Girlfriend (A), threw out the biggest, bold face lie I think I’ve heard in a long ass time. Sadly yes, I’ve heard it before.
They got pulled over by the police and threw my pills out the window, but she had 10 she kept on her that the plug gave her for getting rid of them. Girlfriend (B), the one that has no control over girlfriend (A), went along with the made-up story. Saying they kept her unlisted as being incarcerated. That they beat her up and kept her from using the phone to let anyone know she was in there. Sitting on a $250 cash bond. I was mad in the biggest way. I made a post on facebook commenting on what peices of shit they are. Only for me to turn around and take it down. I wanted to keep my enemies close ya know.
So my phone gets busted and I can’t even get my goggle assistant to work properly, but I catch a message I got from the better of the two saying she finally put girlfriend (A) out. Being that my phone was messed up it took me forever just to get it to let me open the message she sent. At the very top right hand side theres a phone icon, which when pressed will call whoever sent you the message. I guess she didn’t recognize my number so, I left a voicemail when it kicked on.
I let her know I was proud of her, that my phone was fucked and she wouldn’t be able to get in touch with me unless she called me while I was paying attention to my phone. Also that I was surprised it let me call out.
So, the lesson in all this was basically don’t hand your money over to ppl you “KNOW” is going to fuck you over. If you can’t ride with your money, it ain’t worth it.
I know this was some random, thrown out there bullshit. But it is one of the, “Things that make me go Hmm”. Why do we as human beings tend to forgive those we know will continue to screw us over? Giving them chance after ever-loving chance to do right by us? Hoping that maybe one day they will?
“Things That Make Ya Go Hmm…”