Dear Diary,
I want to get higher.
I've got a little bit left of the white crystals in the little plastic bag.
I met my new drug dealer in the girls bathroom at the town squares supermarket tonight.
She looked not like my reflection.
She looked broken.
Everytime I see her,
she looks worse and worse.
I hung out with her a couple of nights ago, and she was talking about how things like drones in the sky run by the police are roaming in the skies at night , following her around.
How,
her big time dealer got thrown in jail that day and she has to go to see this other dealer instead tonight and that she is linked to him through text messages,
How the darkness scared her so
much that night on the green patch of grass people
commonly use to play football or cricket and how there's tennis courts linked to this oval.
How the stadium lights would freak her out because they weren't turned off properly and would fade into a dim low light and flicker slightly.
How when she had $1000 worth of meth on her and she was being a frightened little girl standing there, homeless, childless, dogless, her only friend right there was me, standing right beside her.
She was petrified but tried to hide it.
But I felt it.
It crept up in me and almost froze me to a standstill, But I realised it wasn't how I was feeling but how she was feeling. Standing there in the dark with me by her side, someone she doesn't know very well and me saying look further into the dark where the silhouette of trees start over there on the edge of the oval, there is a seat we can sit on and smoke.
But she suddenly didn't trust me.
I felt it all, even her brain thinking and how it was trying so hard to convince itself that she wasn't actually in any danger. I tried to reassure her by agreeing with her that I noticed the white ute that she had said has done three laps back and forth from the service station to the intersection and back to the service station again and again and again.
I said I don't know and tried to make a joke
saying its probably the matrix.
She just scoffed and said no it's not! she exclaimed.
I said look we're almost there at the seats. I just really wanted to blaze meth in my pipe and smoke it.
We had been on a mission to get this bag of meth for like 5 hours now.
And finally ....
Finally she got it
and she was being so slow walking and hesitant.
Man!,
I just wanted to get high already.
So finally .... We reach the seats and she chips off the tip after like 10 minutes of sitting(so slow) , of the ice berg of meth and tells me to pull my pipe out.
I'm like thinking yes! Finally!
It literally clattered in my pipe.
It was a massive piece.
She then says i gave you a bit extra because you put up with my bullshit tonight.
Omg, ain't that the truth.
I lit it and it starts to liquify -
bubble- dissovle-
Smoke starts to appear and I twist it round and around the bulb of the pipe and inhale. High, I'm high.
I
pass
her a toke or two.
I start to become more
talkative, and giggly.
I feel like tonight's mission to get on
Was all worth it suddenly.
Home time is nearing. 9:30pm
She has this substantial amount of meth and I almost finish what's in my pipe by my self. Why should I share when she has that much for her self. But I know it's not all for herself. She tends to buy lots and give other people just a little tiny dustings for $$
And she likes to smoke most of it.
But I know she was generous to begin with. But we have spent another two hours walking and waiting for the lift she organised to get to us to pick me up and take me home. I was expecting a bit more in my pipe but nope, and she was going to cath an Uber instead as the driver of my ride didn't have enough room in his car for her and me .....
so I just went.
She also likes to go bin diving.
She digs through second hand lifeline bins at night.
I've been pulled into a couple of these crazy adventures.
It crazy the things people do throw away. But man she gets something else out of it. She like gets a thrill from going through peoples rubbish.
She is homeless.
I don't know.
~
I took a kind of friend to the hospital who had a infected toothache and waited there with them. Until I got bored and asked him to ring someone for me to get on so I could get high.
He did.
And I ended up meeting her.
I asked for her number, so I could contact her directly for my needs to be met swiftly instead of going through the guy at the hospital and thennnn getting him to get in contact with someone.
it would just make sense to befriend a dealer myself.
So did.
And met her.
Everytime I try to get on, she pulls me into some crazy all night long adventure. Like bin fishing or watching her organise her storage shed where her old houses belongings are. Or give her dog a lift to the abandoned building she was staying at. Or that one time she gave ma decent sized point of meth for giving her daughter a lift in my then car. That car I was using had now returned back to my working dad, as his "work car" .
So yeah, I don't particularly have "friends" yet. But I start university soon, next month actually.
I'm studying to be a DJ artist.
Considering
my love for music
It should do good.
Yes, we moved into out new house. Yes! I love it here. It's close to the ocean. Close to the shops, and maccas hehe. Its got a cute backyard. And my puppy is happy here.
Teddy is sleeping my bed tonight.
*Smiley face *
I'm just laying by candlelight on the couch. It's almost midnight here.
So yeah, that's my something or someone new in my life. That's how I've been getting my drugs. I want to get acid tabs , And she knows how to get them. So she is useful sometimes but other times frustrating.
So next time I get money I'm going to get some acid! Yay, exciting.