I'm falling back into that whole, "I don't know what to blog about" phase in my life again. I feel that there is too much going on or nothing worth blogging about. It's tough - I try to keep this blog light and somewhat humorous but am not feeling very funny about anything as of late.
Actually - I take that back. I find this to be hilarious but unfortunately can't afford to go. Well, I could afford to go but really? Not worth the money. However the idea of singing karaoke with Jordan Knight is not something you can really put a price tag on.
I go through the day with a lot of random stuff happening to me and am always struck with the idea of, "I should totally blog about that" but essentially end up forgetting what I was going to write about and when I do remember, so much time has passed that it doesn't seem worth it anymore.
But I will blog about heroine because I remembered my thought of "great blog topic!" from my drive home yesterday.
So I live in Baltimore city. Big city = heroin junkies. This isn't news. I am, however, shocked from time to time by the number of heroin junkies I see on a daily basis and at what time they're high.
I live next door to a junkie. Actually - I live next door to an alcoholic (who apparently knows kung fu and carries a gun with him. His words, not mine… but you'll understand why I never correct him when he calls me Britney). The alcy's roomie is a junkie. A very nice junkie, but a junkie. The Mr and I have come home on several occasions to see junkie roomie on the front porch with his eyes half open just kind of rocking back and forth.
Anywho - I was driving home and saw a young lady just strolling down the street, stumbling all over the place, same look on her face as my neighbor and all I could think was, "wow - it's only 4:30pm and it's freezing outside. No thank you." Clearly I am not meant for junkie-dom because I doubt cravings have timeframes and weather limits.
My big question is - how did they get there? I mean - you hear reports that weed is the gateway drug and to that I say, "shenanigans!" because that's a load of crap. I don't see how smoking leads to stabbing yourself with a needle. Call me crazy…
But really - at what point does it seem like a good idea to try it? I mean - didn't we all grow up with afterschool specials, D.A.R.E. and Law & Order? I can understand cocaine because its portrayal is generally that of glamourous and high-powered people. I can even understand meth just because Stephanie Tanner and Fergie were meth addicts.
But heroin?
I don't even like getting my finger pricked for a blood test and that is getting done by a medical professional in a sterile environment. I can't imagine letting junkie Jim in his dazed state poke a dirty needle into my arm under a bridge in Baltimore.
**UPDATE** Only proving even more that I am so NOT a junkie - I realized I spelled heroin incorrectly the first time!
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A "friend" of mine - friend's little brother - someone I knew growing up and for sure thought would do something with his life is a recovering addict. I say recovering very loosely. When I was at their house over Christmas, he was at first very mellow, grumbly and quiet. Then about two hours later, after being downstairs for a while by himself, he came back up and was CRAZY. Talking a mile a minute about nonsense, rubbing his face, his head, talking jibberish. It was like I was in an afterschool special where Bobby went downstairs at Suzie's house and did whatever he does. My friend told me that it was the second time he had been that way during the day.
Clean?
I think not and I have not a clue what druggies do or act like.
Yeah I don't think I would ever be tempted to shoot up with anything. I hate needles. I hate drugs. Ugh. Sorry you have so many of them around!
"… but you'll understand why I never correct him when he calls me Britney."
OMG. That KILLED me! Dahahaha!
And did anyone else watch the talk shows where parents accused kids of being on drugs? they said that one sign of drug use (not that I ever believed this) was dark painted fingernails so they could shoot up under their fingernails. OMG. I would never need any other deterrent.
I feel like a Baltimore heroin expert after watching all the episodes of "The Wire." From what I can tell, it's just the abject poverty and pressure that drives people to heroin. Because evidently, being high on heroin is a sensation better than anything else in the world, a nice place to escape when everything else is so wrong.
I don't think proper spelling is a junkie requirement.
Ditto Nanette.
Start snorting it, you'll love it. When that doesn't do the trick anymore, you try the needle and never look back, and will never shake the feeling of wanting it. I'm not saying you should, it's just how it happens.
I used to work next to a methadone clinic, and we would call all the people outside, who would try to sleep standing up, the Methadonians.
Read "The Dirt" by Motley Crue, prob the best book ever.
the nkotb cruise is already all sold out! so no karaoke for you!! they ARE coming to batimore in march though... i went to see them last year and it was like the best thing ever ever ever ever.
nothing really on point with your heroin topic, but in my opinion just as important!
haha it is SO good...i never thought i'd try it then after taking a class on drugs @ cornell figured why not. someone just offered it to me after a party and it was amazinggggg. best drug ever, not overrated at all...if you have your priorities and self-control it's not a big danger. sure you can become physically addicted, so don't do it too often. drugs can be used safely...
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