This is the most depressing comic I've ever read. How true. How true.
Not that this softens my craving any... here I continue. Stuck out in VA, replaying all the shit that happened to me in the city. I got into it with my friend Molly. We had a friend downtown who bought us a bunch of bags for our period cramps and we thought it was great. We didn't know what it was, the guy told us it was some low grade pain killer. With in a month we were hooked bad and only then did we find out it was smack.
So Molly and I moved in together and everything was fine for awhile. We'd get up in the morning, walk across the street to pick up from the corner boys. We'd joke about it, we'd even glamorize it sometimes. Then Molly started smoking it and she changed pretty fast. She was pissed all the time and her and her boyfriend who also did it would get into these huge fights with dressers being thrown and money being taken. One day, Molly blamed me for stealing 300 dollars from her boyfriend. I knew she did it because I saw her buy a bunch of smack the day the money went missing after she was complaining how she didn't have a job.
Never the less... the boyfriend of course believed Molly and I moved out. A bunch of people I've known for a long time in the city are getting hooked, it's like an epidemic or something. This girl I knew from high school just started about a couple months ago and already she's got it bad. She wants to make a tv show called 'happy junkie.' The opening scene would be all of us eating lucky charms (you know how you get that sweet tooth) and we'd be sitting on the floor since there wasn't any furniture, and we'd be all in a line. Breakfast at three p.m. Because that's when junkies wake up.
My neighbors in a nice part of town (where i USED to live) got addicted to it too. I was really surprised to walk in there one day to find a bunch of upper class law students, slouched on the floor doped out of their mind. Hits everywhere I guess... everywhere but virginia.
I don't like to see people glamorize it. I don't think it's that interesting to glamorize and I don't think it's worthy to spend that much of your time obsessing over the image. It's rough. Never the less... it's life. c'est la vie