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last weekend was fun.
it started off with rolls. we had 13 for 4 of us. the numbers were supposed to be different, but we ended up maximizing our rolling potential by minimizing the rollers.
me, alex, karlos, and kris.
we laid in bed together listening to music and talking our heads off. then came monopoly. 5 1/2 hours of pure monopoly. no cigarette breaks. one bathroom break. all fun. i forgot we went to the beach and 7-11 until just now. that was fun.
we took 2 1/2 to 3 rolls each and snorted 2 together. those wore off around the middle of the monopoly game. or was it before monopoly during scrabble? i think to ignore the not rolling anymore we played games. but early afternoon we were still awake, mostly sober, and not ready to conclude anything.
i want coke, alex demanded. over and over. and it got in my head. so, we collected money. she had some, kris had some, and tremayne-who was getting it for us and with us-put in the rest. a delicious gram+ that was worth the drive to miami.
the coke ive gotten since the break ended has been shitty. free, but shitty. it didnt make me want more. it didnt take away my hungry. it didnt make cigarettes delicious. but this was nice and makes me want more.
we did it in the new house. it was just the 3 of us home. until karlos' mom showed up. we darted out of there to tamarac to take alexs car home.
i dont want to get into the details. but it was crazy. there was a ridiculous lightning storm that followed us from hallandale (where alex had a flat) to tamarac. on the way we saw cars that had hydroplaned, transformers blowing, and little else as the rain kept us from seeing much. it was scary and we were skeeted.
crazy times. i want more coke. hopefully rolling tomorrow. melissa etheridge on saturday.
they got cable at the house monday morning. we watched an hbo america undercover called rehab. it was good. it burned me.
i watched people go to rehab and relapse. the follow ups were amazing. 3 months after rehab, shooting up in a hotel room. 6 months, sleeping in a car and waking up and shooting up. 2 years later, prison. i felt what those people felt. i feel like i woke up in that frosty car with them. it scared me and i havent stopped thinking about them since.
the really scary part-i can see that being me. the even scarier part? i want to try heroin.
somebody stop me.