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FountainandFairfax

in a VAN down by the RIVER
gangs could care less who they hurt :veryangry: . That kind of thing really pisses me off.

iv heard of some drug dealers/gang members (same thing really) adding fentanyl to certain batches of their "product" specifically to make customers overdose so that other customers will hear about it and think its just really strong heroin...apparently someone O.D.ing on it is an indicator of high potency for users, when really its just the fentanyl added to it.



Anyway , I'm sorry that happened. I had an old friend from high school who was hooked on heroin for YEARS...havent heard from him since.

My cousin told me the exact same thing. He was watching some program and said a dealer made the remark "I hope the fat kid gets this one" meaning that the dose was loaded and would likely kill most people who took it.
 

AtTheGates

Banned
My cousin told me the exact same thing. He was watching some program and said a dealer made the remark "I hope the fat kid gets this one" meaning that the dose was loaded and would likely kill most people who took it.


many drug dealers are overly materialistic. blinded by the almighty dollar. its horrible...people like that will often do anything to get rich....shoot, kill, steal....and then they push their product onto unsuspecting people who end up getting addicted to it.







the thing about instant gratification is once you make a habit of it, it can really send you straight downhill. instant gratification makes you happy for a little while but it always fades (I used to drink ...ALOT) . These days I only have a few beers on friday and saturday night. moderation is the key. tbh, exercise is something that really makes me feel better....alcohol is basically poison anyway.
 
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Graeme1988

Hie yer hence from me heath!
It's rather worrying, to me, that the wimmin in my immediate family clearly have unresolved anger issues due to past experiences that were really shit. Shout... It's hardly surprising I'm the more mellow, calm one. Well most o' the time! I'm genuinely scared for how my 2 nieces will turn out, cuz my older sister tends to flee of the handle at the trivial of things, like the way ya said something n' what'cha meant by it! :eek:h:

Yep! And that's why I'm a functioning alcoholic.

Not exactly the ideal parent for a kid, huh? If yer gonnae fly into a rage every time you get stressed out or overwhelmed, or something goes wrong. But hey, my siblings and I weren't raised in a loving family environment. Well, they were, I wasn't. :sad:
 

Graeme1988

Hie yer hence from me heath!
No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye
Goodbye
 

Graeme1988

Hie yer hence from me heath!
Respect my opinion... Aye, now, ya f*ckin' dae! After seein' me - the man - y'know that gender you repeatedly blamed fur aw yer problems? - is the only c*nt tryin' tae maintain bloody calm in this family!

But if ya think shoutin' is the best way to solve yer arguments... F*ckin' have at it!
 
I wish to hell that i would have "stuck up for myself" way back in school. Instead i just took the sh*t from bullies/etc, feeling i deserved it. And i was too scared to fight. What a pathetic wimp i was. Mind you, i was skinny & short (a late developer), so that certainly didn't help.
 
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I also wished i had approached girls i liked. But no, i was too "dumb" for that, too immature, too scared of rejection, too low self-esteem, too afraid to get embarassed, too afraid of what others might say, too stuck in my ways, too much into self-persecution, too much of a loser.
 

Graeme1988

Hie yer hence from me heath!
I wish to hell that i would have "stuck up for myself" way back in school. Instead i just took the sh*t from bullies/etc, feeling i deserved it. And i was too scared to fight. What a pathetic wimp i was.

I didn't take sh*t from the bullies during my primary school days. In fact I remember one day, after school finished and we headed home. I would've been 11 or 12 years olf at this time. Anyway, as me and one of my classmates were walking to my sister's car - as she came to pick us up - this blonde haired lad with a mop-top and glases who was a couple years younger than us started making fun of how I walk because of disability. Caling me spastic n' that. My friend insists I ignore the boy, but I don't.

Instead, I walk up to him, telling me him to call me a spastic to my face instead of behind my back. Nuthin'. But as I turn and walk away he yells at me again, so I march up to him, yank his glasses off and give him a right hook to the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Then I go: "Here's yer glasses back, specky!" And walk off, only to some teachers who'd witnessed the incident yelling for me to come back. But I just shout back me that he provoke me and went home - much to my classmate's amusement. Got detention for it the next day, but that lad never called me names after that.
 
As I sit here alone revisiting some of my favorite music, I am flooded with so many memories. Memories of what I was doing in the past while I listened to these same songs. Some are pleasant, while others are a knife in the heart; there is so much I wish I would have changed - so much I miss from these days. How many more times will I go in search of these songs throughout my life and be faced with the same memories? How many more years will they still be around for me to listen to, to lament to, to love? Sadly for me, I have a very good memory which makes it much more difficult to let go of the past. The way he looked at me, how painful it was when they said that one thing, how miserable I was in my life, how happy I was just being by him, how lonely I was, how stupid I sounded/looked - I remember everything. I think I need to pursue art in my free time - I could use the release.
 
I want chocolate.

Here you go :bigsmile:
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