Tuesday, December 10, 2013
dope-obsessions asked: Hey where you from? You look like a girl that goes to a lot of music festivals. I go to a lot of shows and festivals all over the east coast. I'm from upstate New York so maybe I'll see you at some this upcoming summer. : )
You definitely will!! I live in Georgia :) I love me some festivals! Did you catch Mountain Jam in NY? I wasn’t able to go, I was so bummed!
Fused roxy and dilaudid bliss.
There’s this tune I found,
and it makes me think of you somehow when I play it on repeat
I want to dress up like animals and take a bunch of acid and dance around the forest.
And then it happens. As you stand there looking stupid, a shortie sprints toward you. Your knees bend slightly in response, a subconscious reaction preparing you to run if necessary. You peer into his eyes to discern a motive. “How many!” he yells at you as he gets closer.
“Five!” You respond and start digging for your money, because there are few greater faux-pas than not having your money ready. Within seconds he reaches you and you exchange money for drugs. No release of dopamine yet—you still have to get off the block, and you are deep into fight or flight mode. You wrap the five bags of dope in a cigarette wrapper and shove them as deep in your ass crack as they can go, and start walking as fast as you can toward Pulaski without looking like you obviously just purchased drugs, because in your altered state of mind, you do not realize that this isn’t possible.
Poverty and opportunity breed ingenuity, but this is not always a positive development.
Additionally, Xanax has become a favorite adulterant used in Chicago to cut heroin. It makes users think the product they are buying is giving them the all-important heroin nod, when in fact it is at least partially due to the dope being cut with Xanax. Thus, heroin users can find themselves unknowingly addicted to Xanax, which is one of the most dangerously addictive prescribed medications.
Meanwhile it’s business as usual. One drug dealer I knew was shot to death as he went to re-up. It was a robbery. His crew had a good spot at the corner of Flournoy and Springfield. But a group of young men closer to Pulaski apparently came to resent all the potential business simply walking right past them, so shootings started taking place. The entire crew together judged it too dangerous to remain on the block and everyone went back to their homes on the South Side and started selling over their phones. When I heard that James had been shot on the block around midnight I had to ask myself “Why the hell would he go there so late?” Everyone knows how dangerous the area is at night. Unfortunately there are no answers for those of us who knew him.
I’m not one to confuse my drug dealer with my friend, but James, who left behind a pregnant girlfriend, was a really likable guy—one of those people who makes you feel at ease for some unknown reason.
Remarkable excerpts from a remarkable article.
Pretty interesting Chicago dope scene article