Woke up with my mind on my money. Got my shit ready. And fuckin hit my mans up on the pills tip. Dude said yeah hit me up when ya ready and shit. Had another boy coming to my crib. Fuckin called dude back and he was supposivley gone and headin my way. I went lookin for him and couldnt find him. Went to miracles and seein was poppin. He had some dude wanted for felonies hiding there. Smoked a blunt with them and left. Went lookin for dude. All this already took like 3 hours walkin around n chillin. Walked back to my hood lookin for dude. Went to his house and there he was smoking. Fucker. Went to the liqour store real quick. Got a 40 and swilled it down. Walked back to miracles. Shit forgot mad police out and about. Had a K-9 follow me for about 7-8 blocks. Pills in my pocket. Deff enough for a heafty trafficing charge. Went back to miracles, Cops followin me fuck em lol. Went back there and the felon that was hiding was gone so i stayed. Got him his shit, Made my money. And sat around in the garage bullshiting and smokin mad dank. I drank on a 40 chillin, Miracle had to work in a couple minutes. Got so stoned i had trouble standin up hahah. Jus chillin bullshiting do what we do havin a good time. Went and got rid of the rest of the pills. Went and picked up a fifth of cheap whiskey. Went home, Got some greens and took a shower. Now chillin, Drankin on some whskey, Bout to smoke with the family. Jus how i do.
What the fuck. Nobody read my shit anymore. Nobody care. Ill quit posting my shit that the case. But shit im drunk. Drank most of a fifth, Got like 4-5 shots left, Little less then qtr bottle. Smokin dank, Bong hits. Took 2 hits after chuggin some booze and like yeah. Im feelin how i should. Gon smoke some more. Drank more.
Ive been realizing something. Ive been realizing, From who i chill and do drugs with. There is no limit to highs. You can always get higher. Its how we do. Miracle. I talk about him alot. Like my cloest homie left. He does mad drugs. Dude will down a fifth and get the other fifth and share it with somebody and call his ma which is in the house and hes in the garage sayin ma give me the keys i need a fifth or get me a fifth. He'll keep smokin, Poppin xanys and vikes n shit. Shrooms. Jus gets wrecked. Ill be fallin down drunk. And hell still have me matchin him swig for swig out the fifth. And i jus get so trashed, And i still dont OD. It gets crazy.
^ not trying to hate, but that's the kind of attitude that leads people to heroin. testing the limits and shi. oh well, to each his own.
^ You're full of shit, just cause they drink and blaze dont mean they gonna be out looking for heroin.
i might have misinterepreted him. but there is someone close to me who seemed to have a similar attitude and died of a heroin od.