Drella's Diaries: Drugs, Prostitution, Rock N' Roll

Who the fuck even reads this shit?  I can’t find it if I search a million different things.  I thinik this TUMBLR thing sucks..   Anyhow, back to the diary.. What a wonderful moment:  when you get into the dealers’ car, and he knows your partner is away, and he casually lays his hand on your thigh.  Nothing further happens, but I know what he wants, what he is hinting at..  I live in a place where drugs are so cheap, that you could live easily without having to whore yourself -- why do you think I moved here?  And it ain’t in Asia -- been there, done that, would have been broke within 2 weeks.  Life as a junkie.. So who cares?  Suck that dick -- I could have put my hand on his,. and I am positive he would have given me my 20 or 40$ worth of drugs for free.  Probably ask to see a tit or two.  And he knows I am married.  And he knows that my man is a scary man to fuck with.  I am really angry right now.  I wrote something really funny on Facebook, shared a funny thing I found, and of course, as always,. all the ‘grown-ups’ that you HAVE to be FB friends with start admonishing me.  It makes me want to spread my legs and take a picture of a tampon string and post it on Facebook -- but that would not be really that funny to me.... I like funny and shocking shit.  This blog is not working.  Nobody is reading this.  I think I need to change to blogger.  Went to the needle exchange today -- they are supposed to be open until 6pm -- it was 3 pm and they were closed.  We called an affiliate of theirs. and were told that they have been doing that alot. Fuck you -- we aren’t worth anything?? Now I have to poke myself with old rigs -- and what if I had no ascorbine -- I have to risk a heart infection with lemon juice!??  I went to the free exchange (where you need an annual TB test to get shit and only between 10-12pm are the hours for the test which is impossible for me), and amazingly, they were out of BD syringes. FInally, I tried a pharmacy. where they send the poor people with no insurance to get medications -- they don’t carry rigs -- the guy said “it is illegal to sell them without a script” -- then how come I buy them all the time at my local pharmacy (which was closed as it was Sunday today).  I told him this, and then he said “oh well not in this neighbourhood” (right in the heart of the city).  I looked down and saw a sign on the counter that said “We do not sell syringes or needles” -- in English,, and this is not an English country. So wtf to do? Use old ones!?  Fuck this mentality -- as if we are not people that deserve access to clean medical equipment!!!  Thank FUCKING god (no capitol g) that we had 3 clean ones at home (we had been taking a break, and so had luckily a couple of new ones), and THANK GOD we both got it in one shot -- often I have to use 30 needles to hit. and that sucks with old needles.  This is a bitch entry.. I am bitching. But nobody will read or see this.  I don’t even know what the fuck tumblr is -- thought it was a way to reach ppl, but i think i will just take my posts and copy and paste them elsewhere. Fuck you Tumblr, Fuck You who don’t find shit funny, and Fuck FUCK SCROOGE McDUCK! And if nobody writes me back, then fuck this, Drella go elsewhere. 

Fuck all y’all. Fuck everyone. Fuck fuck fuck. GO all fuck youselves.  Not my mom though. Mostly just one person, who is meaningless in this timeship we are on. Ahh fuck. so angry, because I am so bored. I’m not rich, just know how to make money easy, and it makes life dull.   I’m not talking thousands, just hundreds. sSo what to tell today? Woke up at 8 am, first for me in awhile, but that’s because I’ve been usually going to sleep late -- now I go at around 6pm, and sleep until 2 pm or so. Thanks doctors, for all the pharmaceuticals. So glad to be addicted to multiple other drugs. OUr stupid drug dealer showed up today, complaining that the cops stopped him outside of our house today -- SO not true -- was around the corner.  He keeps his shit in his underwear, so they can’t touch him here anyways. But fuck, the motherfucker gave us the same shit he had 3 days ago, which was garbage.  The last two days it was great, pins and needles, even nodding, opium dreams -- that is all we want as users.  I have such a hard time hitting (a vein) and I hit this one PERFECTLY, and what the fuck, I felt NOTHING.  IT was the same colour as the shit before, we called him, and of course he said, “no it’s the same as yesterday, not from a few days ago”. but fro some reason he is coiming to give us a ‘sample’, as, since my husband just calls and says “oh, this seemed bad” and of course, the guy responds “no man its the same shit”, of course I have to get involved, and be like “fuck, this sucked, we are done for the next couple of weeks, see u then”, as we are good, EASY customers for him. I hate fucking Drug Dealers.  They are the most incorrigible assholes.  For example -- I NEVER do crack/cocaine - ONLY heroin.  One time, this fucking dick (the same dick we are currently seeing) throws 50$/Euro worth of crack in our hand and books it, after making us wait 3 hours.  How can they not know that just because we like heroin means we like crack as well. Oh, and I love the “hurry up and wait” game they always play on you -- HURRY THE FUCK UP and get to THIS place, and then you wait. and wait. and wait.  But, that was funner than home deliveries-- at least you got out of the house, and could pretend you were a spy, or try to act covert or something, obviously being overly-covert. This story sucks, just a day in the life of. Should include a spicier one.

Ahhh it used to be so romantic...  People would call my cell phone, begging me to score them some heroin.  I had the best connections in town within our group, so I was the go-to-girl.  Just imagine -- 12 people, all meeting up at a subway station.  Me, short black tulle skirt, tank top, knee high socks, steel-toe boots, some colour of hair.  And then some vampiric looking guy, all in black, super cheesy rock-star of the 2008 era-hair.  A couple of crack-head looking people.  Maybe another punk or two.  A normal looking guy.  A native guy with his Indian girlfriend.  All walking down the street, 12 of us sometimes.  Then I would have to walk into the guys apartment, into his actual flat.  He was a crazy tiny Vietnamese guy (the one at this point), who enjoyed crack. It was a bit creepy being in his place. He would offer me to smoke some heroin, but that’s bad for the lungs! Needles are what doctors use, and therefore GOD intended.  So, I’d pull out my wad of cash, and be so happy because I had over-charged 11 people for their score -- which they were happy to pay, so then I would be rich in heroin for the day.   Exit the shitty apartment building, and head over to the alley where everyone was waiting, anxiously smoking their cigarettes and trying miserably to look inconspicuous.   Then, I would dole out the dope. Most people would leave, but me and my ‘man’ and a friend or so would usually stay.  If it was summer, we’d just walk into the bushes (there was a giant park there surrounded by bushes), and we’d walk down a path and shoot up right there.  Often, my stomach would be too “dope-sick” (I no longer did cocaine at this point, but cocaine has this terrible effect on making your bowels REALLY lose before you score, and it takes a year or 4 to go away, even if you are not scoring coke anymore), so I’d often have to shit in the bushes.  Then we would shoot up in the bushes (away from the shit), next to the school/daycare/baseball park.  OR, if it was cold, we would walk back up the street and stop at the Public Library -- often the bathroom would be held hostage by various homeless people, so our presence was not so bothersome.  The librarians MUST have noticed how we all went there virtually every day, for a very short amount of time.  But, in that country, people have compassion, and don’t try to get rid of undesirables from places that are meant for every member of the public.  Ahhh, the highs I obtained there.... Later on, our location had to change to a hospital.  That’s another story...  Overdosing in a hospital bathroom, stealing a wheelchair to get me out (rather than admit me), and filming it.... For some eyes only...

So, let’s see.  Which story to tell next..Ok, a quickie..  Used to make my own prescription pads, and write my own scripts.  So, dressed to the nines, I went to a local drug store to cash in a script for valiums-- it was a light script, it was a ‘repeat’, so there was no concerns about it not working.  I went in, grabbed the script and left. But Valiums didn’t really satisfy my needs.  At this point I was really fucked up, shooting crack (cocaine if I could get it, but crack if that was it), and of course, heroin.   In this lifestyle, you always need money -- didn’t matter that I was writing scripts all over the place, my boyfriend at the time would end up doing most of the drugs I procured, no matter WHERE I hid them (pill by pill I would hide, he found them FUCKING all).  So, there had been some creeps honking at me, trying to hire me for my services, but I was not that really interested (remind me to tell the story about the nail in my foot with the taxi driver in the woods).  Anyhoo, this kind of cute looking loser came up to me, and offered me 20$ to blow him in the park.  Ok, 20$, in 2 minutes, no car, safe location, let’s do it.  So, I did.  I wonder if he remembers.... Then I went home to my idiot boyfriend, with my bag of valiums.  Likely we called the crack dealer and shot some crack until our coke and heroin dealer started answering his phone.   And that is the story of one john.

Back in the olden days as a drug addict in North America, to score drugs was expensive.  As a girl, there were many means of making money -- stripping, prostituting, scamming, hustling, waitressing, secretary,  all sorts of avenues. This is a short story about getting drug money.  It’s a summer day -- jonesing.  Need to get enough cash for some heroin (and at the time also some coke, as speed-balls had become my thing -- thanks Methadone for that! -- more on that later).  Anyhoo, Craigslist.  Adults personals.  Women Seeking Men.  Ad placed: Girl Seeks “Car Fun”.  Many responses.  At some points, I would be so desperate/in such a rush, I would use my home phone number to talk with potential clients (with my mother and her boyfriend in the house watching a movie).  Ad placed, guard the phone.  ONE time, a guy re-traced the phone number to my house.  This day, I was lucky, and my mom was out. He drove to my house, and sat in his car outside with his buddies, calling over and over and over.  I was scared.  Whatever.  Another time, a guy recognized the number as being in his neighbourhood -- turned out he lived just up the street, literally 20 houses away.  He drove his van to my driveway, and we fucked in the back of the truck.  We did meet a 2nd time, but I had such a bad yeast infection, smelt so bad, he could not come -- I was at his house this time, so I offered him a blow-job to try and finish him off.  He was always very brusque afterwards -- not even allowing me time for a cigarette. ANYWAYS, one time, this gent calls me, picks me up, and is a young, good-looking Indian guy (like from India).  He was clean, did not smell bad (often Indian guys smell like bad B.O).  This guy was a total sweet heart.  I had chugged some of my mom’s wine before the ‘meeting’, as I needed some courage.  We drove to the beach.  All he wanted was a blowjob - I charged 120$ for half/hour, so it was great -- one call and I would have enough money to buy a quarter gram of strong heroin and 1/2 gram of cocaine.  I was young, pretty, blonde and skinny.  We were in his immaculate car, he was such a gentleman, polite, we could have been on a real date. Of course, we were not, as the ‘date’ quickly proceeded to “suck my dick please” (he was more polite than that).  The wine had taken quite an effect on my stomach -- I’ve never really got on with red wine -- too acidic.  Also, as a cocaine addict (I’m ashamed of that addiction, and it was only for a couple of years!), cocaine makes your stomach very easily upset.  So, I leaned over, and went down on him, he in the drivers seat, and me in the passengers seat.  It’s all a blur, but all of a sudden, there was purple vomit all over his crotch.  I felt terrible -- but amazingly, this guy was such a gentleman, he made as small a deal of it as possible, thoroughly warding off my apologies, and mopping it up as best he could.  In retrospect, perhaps (I hope...fingers crossed!!), that it was a boost to his ego, having made a prostitute choke and vomit on his dick.  I did not really react much, I had already been paid, and he made as little an issue as possible, and kindly drove me home and dropped me off, wherein I had to wait the endless 6 hours until my stupid drug-dealer woke up (1 am, and then eventually arrive at my house at 3am -- 6am at the latest).  To this guy, I gotta give this guy credit -- I puked in his car on his lap, on his dick, and he was a gentleman all the way.  And he was so good-looking (not hot or anything, but by no means ugly and had a nice car, took care of himself, and not ugly (just not my type), and such a gentleman.  If whores could rate john’s, I’d give him an A plus.   I definetly preferred him to fucking the (neighbour) guy in the back of his rape-looking van in my mom’s driveway

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Ahhh, so now my partner has stormed into the living room, accusing me firstly of ‘stealing’ the ‘last’ beer -- we purchased 5 beers yesterday, shared 3, and when there were only 2 left this morning, my partner announced that they were not for me, and that we should buy seperate beer.  So I went out and bought seperate beer, and now my partner is pissed that I am holding strong to the earlier placed rule -- so it is MY beer. Fuck you -- I went out TWICE today, to purchase beer, then again, to purchase MORE beer and get money for the drug dealer.  What has my partner done?  Sit in bed, watching the computer, and drinking beer.  Normally there would be marijuana also part of my partners diet, who henceforth shall be referred to as Sam, unless I think of a better name.  

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