antipunk

Alright so ALOT of fuking crazy shit has been going on. I'm not talking about school/work/regular life BS.

I'm talking about mother fucking guns, drugs, police, out of control storms, gay porn, schizophrenia, my sister almost dieing, and murder conspiracies.

And that was all fit into one day of hell Sept. 9th.

Let me give you a pre-story first. I decame a dealer of pretty much everything except, coke, meth and heroine. I specialized in Acid and Ecstacy. I never liked dealing the other drugs as they required a gun to sell, acid and ex was real easy to get rid of at a club and made me triple the cost.

I got into coke/meth even though I said I wasn't gonna go that way because I already learned the trouble it brings...smart huh

So now Sept 9th...

Story goes something like this, I had been awake 7 days on meth, and half the roads were closed do to flooding. I picked up a half-ounce of coke for $350 to deal, had two of my former friends jack my shit, then they cut it, delt it, and kept my money.

They made around $750, which I didn't mind because I was gonna collect. I called up my dealer and asked if he had a piece I could buy, he had one for $220 that was "clean".

My former friend tried to get a gay orgy going and video taped, thinking I was fucked up...I instead walked out and left in my car not knowing who I could trust or where I could go.

I picked up another former friend told him I was gonna go get my money and he started calling people. I didn't give a shit because I wasn't planing on asking nicely for my money.

I drove him home and on the way he wanted to use the bathroom, he came out and I could see a rig lodged between his dick and thigh. I knew what he was planning, shoot me up quick and make it look like another drug addict dies of an OD. I got in my car and left his bitch ass. He called trying to get me to come back but I'm not stupid.

This is where shit got outa control, I picked up my ex and she planted a hollow point bullet in my car thinking I had picked up a gun. I talked to my brother and he said he was calling up some "people" to go with me. All my friends betrayed me including my ex. I was so fucking schizo I didn't know what was the truth and what was a lie, I didn't give a fuck this shit was already outa control.

I got a phone call from my mom saying my sister was in the hospital and that she might die that day. This only made things worse. I decided I wasn't gonna die before my former friends did. I was plotting and counting...

I fell asleep in my car at a gas station, and awoke to 6 cop cars sorrounding me. I had a tiner of coke and a meth pipe, they found the pipe but I did what anyone would do out of desperation, I hid the coke the best I could...

I was arrested and I HAVE never felt such relief. Finally a place to sleep, finally time away from chaos...

Pleaded no contest, paid the fine and went directly to the Psych ward, where I slept for 6 days only awake a couple hours a day.

I just kept staring and wondering "What the Fuck?!?!" When did shit go straight to hell? Do not pass sanity!

I left and went straight into rehab where I slept the first 7 days as well.
Every night haunted with night terrors of that day. Waking up drenched in sweat and rage.

30 days clean and I still want to blow out brains.