At 6am this morning, I remembered why I have cut down on smoking B.
Fuck me, I felt shit! Only got a little smoke last night as well, two lights and one dark.
Went to my local dealer who normally does three for £20. That's good, as the going price is £10 per rock, but if you get three, it's £25. When I turned up with my £20, cash in hand, he tells me.
'Awww, Jay girl, I should have told you, it's 10 straight at the moment, B's expensive girl'
'Shit T*****! You should have told me when I phoned you!' However, if T***** did that he may have lost my business and T***** didn't treat his customers very nicely.
'Yeah, I know, I know, if it was just my tings, I'd hook you up (yeah right!), but I'm doing it with my boy.'
'Well you're gonna have to come with me to the cash machine B.'
As you can imagine, I was not impressed. The only reason I checked T***** was A) He was local opposed to my other dealers and B) He did three for £20. And believe me, I certainly shared my opinion with him. T***** was some little yout playing big G. I must have a good ten years on him and he has a lot to learn bout shotting! Like, not leaving your customers hanging around in parks for 45 minutes. Adults, withdrawing from heroin, in a kiddie's park with no dog... Not a good look.
Anyway... T*****'s sizes could vary, but they were never really big and the quality was really hit and miss. Sometimes it blew you away, other times it was a waste of cash.
For those who don't know, there has been a massive B shortage in London recently. What has been about, has been shit! One guy told us, his customers who shoot thought it was ok, but the smokers (e.g. Me!), where complaining.
Went to my local dealer who normally does three for £20. That's good, as the going price is £10 per rock, but if you get three, it's £25. When I turned up with my £20, cash in hand, he tells me.
'Awww, Jay girl, I should have told you, it's 10 straight at the moment, B's expensive girl'
'Shit T*****! You should have told me when I phoned you!' However, if T***** did that he may have lost my business and T***** didn't treat his customers very nicely.
'Yeah, I know, I know, if it was just my tings, I'd hook you up (yeah right!), but I'm doing it with my boy.'
'Well you're gonna have to come with me to the cash machine B.'
As you can imagine, I was not impressed. The only reason I checked T***** was A) He was local opposed to my other dealers and B) He did three for £20. And believe me, I certainly shared my opinion with him. T***** was some little yout playing big G. I must have a good ten years on him and he has a lot to learn bout shotting! Like, not leaving your customers hanging around in parks for 45 minutes. Adults, withdrawing from heroin, in a kiddie's park with no dog... Not a good look.
Anyway... T*****'s sizes could vary, but they were never really big and the quality was really hit and miss. Sometimes it blew you away, other times it was a waste of cash.
For those who don't know, there has been a massive B shortage in London recently. What has been about, has been shit! One guy told us, his customers who shoot thought it was ok, but the smokers (e.g. Me!), where complaining.
Another blog which I have mentioned in my list to your right, has also been based around the B shortage recently. T***** hadn't even bothered switching his phone for the past month because he hasn't been able to get anything (which again I had to cuss him for that because what about all the white smokers who don't always get B, like me!)
I've come to the conclusion that T***** doesn't have regular customers. He's on for a month, off for a month. His 'workers' change frequently and on numerous times he's called to cancel due to them being stopped and searched by the police.
I've come to the conclusion that T***** doesn't have regular customers. He's on for a month, off for a month. His 'workers' change frequently and on numerous times he's called to cancel due to them being stopped and searched by the police.
Smack heads need reliability. It doesn't matter that it takes 2 hours on the bus to go else where. It doesn't matter that it's small. Nor the 45 minute wait in the cold. As long as it's definite, that's better than 'Yeah, yeah, I sed I'd call you wen it's here B... Not long now, gime 30..' then in 30 'I sed I'd call you dinennt I.... Stop bugging man. Soon blud soon. Char!'
Anyway. Back to my tale. I must have reached home around 6.30pm last night so that's when my smoking commenced. Normally, I wouldn't get the B and instead I would sniff a subbie, but last night my supply was very low.
I finished smoking around 9.30pm which is early for me. I have learnt from my mistakes though, and I now realise I need a good couple of hours to come down most nights! I started on the red wine to bring me down. I skinned up a weed spliff, and realised I was only getting one spliff out of what I had left.
Anyway. Back to my tale. I must have reached home around 6.30pm last night so that's when my smoking commenced. Normally, I wouldn't get the B and instead I would sniff a subbie, but last night my supply was very low.
I finished smoking around 9.30pm which is early for me. I have learnt from my mistakes though, and I now realise I need a good couple of hours to come down most nights! I started on the red wine to bring me down. I skinned up a weed spliff, and realised I was only getting one spliff out of what I had left.
I certainly wasn't going to the cash point so I could get some more. I made one proper weed spliff and a second out of the mulch???
Basically, when you get your draw, you take out the twigs and sticks. I keep them in a tin with my rizzla and grinder. When I skin up, what ever is left on the newspaper gets put in the tin too. That's what made the second 'mulch' spliff.
At 10.30pm I managed to conk out. Very unlike me. I don't normally sleep easily. With the alcohol, weed and B I was almost gouching. I can't remember the last time I proper gouched as there's either too much subbie in me and/or (delete as appropriate) the gear is shit.
I slept soundly, until 6am this morning. My cat was sleeping with me and he needed his morning wee so got up. This in turn woke me up. Partly his fault and partly due to my bladder being very full.
Upon climbing back to bed, it hit me. I didn't feel right. I was freezing cold, so I turned on my side and curled up. Minutes later I was sweating, beads beginning to form on my forehead. I got up, switched on my light and hunted for the tiny remains of the 2mg subbie I had.
At 10.30pm I managed to conk out. Very unlike me. I don't normally sleep easily. With the alcohol, weed and B I was almost gouching. I can't remember the last time I proper gouched as there's either too much subbie in me and/or (delete as appropriate) the gear is shit.
I slept soundly, until 6am this morning. My cat was sleeping with me and he needed his morning wee so got up. This in turn woke me up. Partly his fault and partly due to my bladder being very full.
Upon climbing back to bed, it hit me. I didn't feel right. I was freezing cold, so I turned on my side and curled up. Minutes later I was sweating, beads beginning to form on my forehead. I got up, switched on my light and hunted for the tiny remains of the 2mg subbie I had.
There was around 1/6 of a tablet in my possession, so I crushed it, sniffed it, re-set my alarm for a slightly later time and waited for it to take effect.
It did, and I was soon back to sleep.
My alarm was an unpleasant reminder of reality, as it woke me an hour later. My head felt groggy and even though the subbie had removed my flue like symptoms it took far more caffeine to get me going this morning.
Work was a struggle as I barley managed to stay awake for the day.
And that's why I no longer smoker B. I'm already dreading the depression that will hit me tomorrow or Thursday. Ho Hum. What goes up, must come down.
Love Jx (adapted from Diary of a Crack Princess)
It did, and I was soon back to sleep.
My alarm was an unpleasant reminder of reality, as it woke me an hour later. My head felt groggy and even though the subbie had removed my flue like symptoms it took far more caffeine to get me going this morning.
Work was a struggle as I barley managed to stay awake for the day.
And that's why I no longer smoker B. I'm already dreading the depression that will hit me tomorrow or Thursday. Ho Hum. What goes up, must come down.
Love Jx (adapted from Diary of a Crack Princess)
