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A day in the life of a junkie friend of mine, living on the streets of east hastings. Monday, March 9, 2009 at 9:32pm Today proved to me that decent folk still exist out there. dopesick and standing on the corner of hastings and main, too much self-respect to ask my friend greg to spot me a dilaudid or morphine pill, knowing how much he hates cuffing but that he'd do it for me anyway (one of his best regulars)... not wanting to put him in that position. roger, a nice, dreadlocked fellow only a year older than me and, quite tragically, dying of HIV - looking for morphine and not seeing any of his usual people on the corner. i hook him up with greg, hoping that karma will reward me in some way.. and sure enough, before he crosses the street he gestures to me to follow him. 'are you sick?' 'fuck, you know it..' 'well, let me help you out, even though you always tell me 'no' when i ask for it' and he's true, i've regularly turned the man down when he's sick and asks me for a shot.. but i always just figured he was the type to take the freebie and never hit a person back. a mistake on my part, but a well-founded one - most of the junkies down here are scumbags, and it's 1 in 10, maybe 20, who is actually a decent person. sure enough, he hits me up with a 30-unit slam of morphine, enough to give me a good old rush and obliterate the looming shadow of hideous withdrawal - having been over 24 hours since my last slam. i tell him i'll hit him back when i get some cash, and i fully intend to pay him back with interest. anyway, it turns out he's friends with this cute little chickadee that i've often admired in the insite waiting room, and we get to talking. she's in ahead of me and gets out a few minutes before i do.. walking out of the injection room, stopping in the chill lounge for a drink and then hitting the street, i'm pleasantly surprised to see that she's waiting outside for me. she splits a cigarette with yours truly, now fully junked-up and feeling fine - and we go through the usual introductions. name? where are you from? age? she thinks i'm 20, a nice surprise from folks guessing my age at around 29 or 30. 'good to know the street life hasn't robbed me of my good looks' 'oh, far from it, dude' her name is forest, and i find that immensely attractive. we talk more, and it turns out she shares my affinity for the beat generation (burroughs, kerouac, ginsberg and all them), share embarassing memories of our childhood and how they probably helped transform us into the off-beat individuals we are today, talk about comics and music and favorite drugs (she, too, is a fan of grant morrison, the doors, and massive lines of ketamine as opposed to wimpy bumps) so, we go back to her place and she introduces me to her roommate max, another fine piece of work that i've often stared at shamelessly in and around insite. they share a nice apartment with a balcony overlooking a wonderfully green garden. we sit, smoke rolled-up cigarettes, listen to fantastic tunes and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. for the first time in a long time i feel a connection forming with two people on that unspoken level that defies definition or words. these are people that i want to see again and again, to grow close with and hang out with beyond just doing drugs. we return to the ghetto to cop more down from their connection, an older fellow in a wheelchair who's stuff is decent (but not that great). back around insite, i let them go inside to do their shots and beat it to the nearest 7-11 to shoplift a slurpee, some candy bars and those wonderful white frosted donuts. back just in time to meet them outside the injection site, we walk to the carnegie where i go to make a collect call to my parents on the off chance that my tax return has come in. it hasn't, but my mom's has, and she had already western unioned me $200 as a loan until mine is deposited to my account. fantastic. and who happens to be standing outside when i walk out? scott, my down connect (the only person i buy street heroin from, in fact). hailing his h as the best on hastings to my new friends forest & max, i run across the street to get the $200 and return to buy a quarter gram ($40, and twice as good as the SHIT that's peddled for $80 by greedy, heartless jews back in bunkpeg). then a quick bus ride back to their place to do up some shots and for more chilling. around 6pm i say that i've got to go - which is convenient, because forest has to go catch a ferry to victoria, where she's taking some paramedic courses for two weeks (just the introductory courses, 9 hours every day). i grab max's number with the promise that i'll call her tomorrow, which she seems quite eager about. sometimes, life is good. waking up dopesick to the cold, snow-covered ground outside had me convinced today was going to be a shitty one, but the charity of roger, the sun-god melting the damned snow by noon, hanging out with two beautiful ladies that i'd often admired from afar, and an unexpected bounty of tax money turned it into a fantastic one. i think tomorrow i will introduce max to the wonders of dilaudid (she has never tried it, but is rather excited to after i described the amazing rush from a $5 4mg pill), and possibly take her to see the watchmen at metrotown. perhaps if i'm nice enough she will even let me sleep over at her place - crashing at two attractive women's apartments in the span of 7 days would be almost too good to be true. pretty sure she's a lesbian, so there won't likely be any physical goodness (unlike at katie's, where there was en-masse.. mm, asian), but it'd be nice to sleep in the same room as such a cute, smart, quirky and interesting specimen of junk-user. glad i managed to crawl out of bed today, instead of just staying inside and surrendering to The Sickness. wonderful! - The Bobby Benzo
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