Crack Mission: Part II (Part III? Part IV? Who the fuck knows?)
OK, so "Deb" and I hung out again recently. Three days ago, now. We drank with her partner "Cindy" and had a great time. Cindy went to bed early because of her work schedule, and of course Deb asks me to drive her around to get some "smoke," as she calls it. Deb, it's fucking cocaine. Goddamned. Rock. Fucking. Cocaine.
Anyways, we get in my ex po-po hooptie. And we get two different crack dealers to get in the back seat of the car voluntarily. Again! I couldn't believe it. At least we had one guy just look at us like we were the cops and there was no way in hell he was gonna talk to us.
So Deb smokes up and offers me some. Can't do it 'cause of work. I get randomly tested. I use that as the excuse (and it's true), but the real reason I won't do it is because of the supposed "instant addiction." The last thing I need is some sort of uncontrollable craving for something that I had absolutely no craving for 24 hours previous.
We go home to Cindy and Deb's place. On the way home she smokes both crack and her cigarettes in my car, despite my objections and my dirty looks. At their place, she smokes some more crack and is becoming more and more paranoid by the minute. She keeps having me check to see if Cindy is up or is getting up. Of course, Cindy never got up -- she had to be at work early that morning.
By this point I'm tired and ready to go home. Deb convinces me to stay. I end up crashing in their recliner, Deb crashes on the couch. When I wake up, Deb is showered and fresh, in her uniform for work. I feel like shit because I just slept in a goddamned recliner. My back hurts, and I didn't sleep well at all. I'm fucking exhausted. I say goodbye and go home. I try to sleep in my nice comfy bed, but can't. Toss. Turn. Toss and turn. Fuck it. I end up staying awake for more than 20 hours straight. Argh. My eyes looked like someone had ripped them out of my head, rolled them around in the dirt and then shoved them back in their sockets. They felt that way, too.
Remind me to never get crack with Deb again.
-Sassy
Anyways, we get in my ex po-po hooptie. And we get two different crack dealers to get in the back seat of the car voluntarily. Again! I couldn't believe it. At least we had one guy just look at us like we were the cops and there was no way in hell he was gonna talk to us.
So Deb smokes up and offers me some. Can't do it 'cause of work. I get randomly tested. I use that as the excuse (and it's true), but the real reason I won't do it is because of the supposed "instant addiction." The last thing I need is some sort of uncontrollable craving for something that I had absolutely no craving for 24 hours previous.
We go home to Cindy and Deb's place. On the way home she smokes both crack and her cigarettes in my car, despite my objections and my dirty looks. At their place, she smokes some more crack and is becoming more and more paranoid by the minute. She keeps having me check to see if Cindy is up or is getting up. Of course, Cindy never got up -- she had to be at work early that morning.
By this point I'm tired and ready to go home. Deb convinces me to stay. I end up crashing in their recliner, Deb crashes on the couch. When I wake up, Deb is showered and fresh, in her uniform for work. I feel like shit because I just slept in a goddamned recliner. My back hurts, and I didn't sleep well at all. I'm fucking exhausted. I say goodbye and go home. I try to sleep in my nice comfy bed, but can't. Toss. Turn. Toss and turn. Fuck it. I end up staying awake for more than 20 hours straight. Argh. My eyes looked like someone had ripped them out of my head, rolled them around in the dirt and then shoved them back in their sockets. They felt that way, too.
Remind me to never get crack with Deb again.
-Sassy
posted by Erin @ 2:02 AM
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