fucking junkies

This whole drug experience would be much better if I didn't have to deal with junkies and crack heads to get my shit. I mean fuck. I just spent 2 hours waiting for this junkie bitch I know to kick down 1 8mg diluadid. I don't know how she fucking remembers to breathe. So I get this home, and promptly miss half of my shot. Ok so I'm pretty high, I really can't complain too much. It wouldn't be such a hassle If most of the drug dealers weren't also junkies though. I think I'm going to go on a little adventure tomorrow. Head south and see if I can get my hands on some better dope than what I can get in San Francisco. That shit is super cheap, but I want a good rush. If I can get a good connection in the LA area I think I might just be set. Oh and I didn't get the job I was after. That and theres really no hope of moving any time soon. Hopefully I can hold it together enough, long enough for something to come along to make me care again. If not, I don't know what I'll do.