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I believe that the meaning of life is simple; to meet and share as many ideas as possible with others who happen to cross our path on this crazy journey we call LIFE…!! 🙂❤️
When I woke up earlier, I’ll be honest, I didn’t even feel like I could be bothered even trying to muster the energy it was going to take to fight against the inevitable cravings to smoke. In fact, I’m pretty sure that I woke up craving crack and heroin. How crazy is that? I mean,…
A while ago, I wrote a post about how, to me, money was just a voucher to use to buy drugs. Today, Pixie needed to go in to town to see a vet, so my mate gave me a tenner for the train fare, ect. A tenner also just so happens to be how much…
So I’ve been offline for a few weeks and I’m not gonna lie, it’s been HORRIBLE! I even applied for a loan from the DWP (Department for Work & Pensions -in the UK they’re the government dept. responsible for sorting everyone’s benefit money.) specifically to buy myself a new phone…. but obviously that all got…
I’ve wanted a glass pipe like this one for fucking years …God only knows why I waited for so long to finally get one of my own. I suspect it’s got something to do with my unfailing ability to spend any money I come across on Brown, White and occasionally tobacco… but never ever on…
So, the mate that I’ve been staying with most regularly, let’s call him Jim, put it to me that maybe I should try to have a semi-regular bedtime… which I thought was a good idea, so we agreed that I’d make it to my bed no later than 3am every night (morning, whatever!) I’ve stuck…
But first of all…the colour of this gear is weird, right?! It’s easily the darkest gear I’ve had for a while, and to be honest, I don’t think I like it. It doesn’t run as clean as the last couple of bags I bought, just yesterday, but off a different kid. I’m just hoping that…
Yes, it’s true. My Mum came to visit me today in Liverpool, flew in from Dublin, (technically yesterday now, since it’s after midnight) for my 39th birthday on the 16th of February. I’d managed to get a good friend to do a twenty pound bank transfer for me. As soon as I could after he…
I mean, let’s face it, if I was being sent to a desert island and I could only pick one, we all know that it’d be Heroin. I’m sorry crack, but it just would. No contest really. But that unlikely scenario aside, I do love crack too. I’d be lying if I put it any…
I mean, obviously it’s shit being homeless but recently it’s gotten so much harder… Earlier this evening the “mate” who’s letting me stay went on what I’m now pretty certain was a fishing expedition… trying to get me to admit to doing something that I just haven’t done, namely smoked my gear (heroin) outside of…
Oh my Bobby, my gear, my brown, my B. It doesn’t matter what I call you, all I know for sure is that I love you. You’re my best friend, my husband. Always there to look forward to at the end of a hard shitty day. Last night, when I saw how tiny and shit…
I Love Drugs 