Stupid crackheads...
Some of you may remember that for about a week last year I 'worked' driving this crackhead around town so he could do his tree trimming business. Well, I couldn't stand being around someone twacked out all the time so I just didn't go back. He never brought it out but I knew, always do...been there, done that. Well....it turns out this guy STILL has my phone number and calls me at 2:30 this morning, letting me know he was 'partying' and wondered if I would like to come over. I used to have a very, very bad methamphetamine habit, a $300-$450 a day habit. I can't be around it still to this day...if it's around, it will be done. So anyways, this dude calls me, blocks his number so I freak out thinking that something is wrong with someone in my family before I answer it...but no, just some fucking tweaker wanting to party. I told him I was sleeping and that I wasn't interested. But then I laid awake for nearly an hour thinking about it. The whole, "I know I shouldn't, but would it be so bad?" "I can just run over there, get high and come home and it will all be okay." "I haven't been high in soooo long, one time won't hurt anything." All that fun stuff. Grrrrrr. I am STILL thinking about it. I still want it...I want to get spun so far to hell that it takes me a few days to get back. Okay, I don't want to...but I do 'want' to. Does that make any sense at all? Stupid crackheads...fuck!