That sign is also still up as of Saturday. There was a young white guy, twenties, that got onto the 20 bus Saturday and told the driver that he only had half the fare, got on, then asked if the driver had drinking water. Probably a heroin addict. I offered him a cola bottle with tap water in it but he declined. He asked me for a snack. Someone asked people sitting behind me something like 'do you know this guy?' about him and there was a clamor, which led to one guy saying 'I lost four people recently.'
The guy in the picture told us that he had a friend die of it, that it is pervasive in Buffalo, and that when someone dies the dealer can charge more because people want the near-death experience he can offer. The heroin epidemic is one of the primary effects of 9-11. Big pharma is perpetuating this through prescriptions of opiates which Ohio has sued them over.
In the karma for having been, by one's reportage, a heroin dealer category:
I was behind in preparing for that trip last weekend, looking forward to having 18 hours for packing, sleeping, planning etc when at my night job I got three spacey phone calls from someone attempting to use GPS 'I'm on route __ (no east/ west), am I going the right way?' She arrives to buy a prepaid credit card to buy a Greyhound ticket to Florida and says 'you have no idea what I had to do for this money.' Color me curious and 'I had to give a midget a blow job.' 20 minutes later the grinning senior citizen midget comes in feeling like a stud. He leaves and I tell her that I'll take her to Market East across the bridge in the morning (last Wednesday, there's a South Jersey station but that never comes into play). She is in a Motel 6 in the boondocks and would have had to further entertain the midget otherwise.
The next morning she tells me that the departure time is 9:45 am not 3pm which guarantees that we'll be late, which we were but she (I) paid to swap her ticket. She says she lived in Haiti til she was 14, graduated magna cum laude in psych from U of South Florida, then got into dealing heroin and ecstasy down there, though there's no longer ecstasy around she says. Two kids preparing for vo tech. Criminal charge, no conviction, for battery against a guy that was picking on her ex boyfriend, stays on her record keeping her out of social work, no rap for drugs. Asks me if I'm into metal. A dating site got her hooked on a 21 year old guy who was toying with her and offered her a fake job, with another job being for some sort of porn site, at the dating site she met the midget and perhaps the pervy suburban NJ meth group. When she wants to know something she talks into her phone and nothing happens. She says she will never ever come back to New Jersey. I am wondering if I'm not just desensitized to it all. Unlike the girl whose boyfriend kicked her out because she was anemic in winter and needed a ride to PennDOT to buy an ID card to get into a homeless shelter, she is open to the idea of spam and cilantro and gets a bag of banh mis from Asia Bakery.
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That sign is also still up as of Saturday. There was a young white guy, twenties, that got onto the 20 bus Saturday and told the driver that he only had half the fare, got on, then asked if the driver had drinking water. Probably a heroin addict. I offered him a cola bottle with tap water in it but he declined. He asked me for a snack. Someone asked people sitting behind me something like 'do you know this guy?' about him and there was a clamor, which led to one guy saying 'I lost four people recently.'
The guy in the picture told us that he had a friend die of it, that it is pervasive in Buffalo, and that when someone dies the dealer can charge more because people want the near-death experience he can offer. The heroin epidemic is one of the primary effects of 9-11. Big pharma is perpetuating this through prescriptions of opiates which Ohio has sued them over.
In the karma for having been, by one's reportage, a heroin dealer category:
I was behind in preparing for that trip last weekend, looking forward to having 18 hours for packing, sleeping, planning etc when at my night job I got three spacey phone calls from someone attempting to use GPS 'I'm on route __ (no east/ west), am I going the right way?' She arrives to buy a prepaid credit card to buy a Greyhound ticket to Florida and says 'you have no idea what I had to do for this money.' Color me curious and 'I had to give a midget a blow job.' 20 minutes later the grinning senior citizen midget comes in feeling like a stud. He leaves and I tell her that I'll take her to Market East across the bridge in the morning (last Wednesday, there's a South Jersey station but that never comes into play). She is in a Motel 6 in the boondocks and would have had to further entertain the midget otherwise.
The next morning she tells me that the departure time is 9:45 am not 3pm which guarantees that we'll be late, which we were but she (I) paid to swap her ticket. She says she lived in Haiti til she was 14, graduated magna cum laude in psych from U of South Florida, then got into dealing heroin and ecstasy down there, though there's no longer ecstasy around she says. Two kids preparing for vo tech. Criminal charge, no conviction, for battery against a guy that was picking on her ex boyfriend, stays on her record keeping her out of social work, no rap for drugs. Asks me if I'm into metal. A dating site got her hooked on a 21 year old guy who was toying with her and offered her a fake job, with another job being for some sort of porn site, at the dating site she met the midget and perhaps the pervy suburban NJ meth group. When she wants to know something she talks into her phone and nothing happens. She says she will never ever come back to New Jersey. I am wondering if I'm not just desensitized to it all. Unlike the girl whose boyfriend kicked her out because she was anemic in winter and needed a ride to PennDOT to buy an ID card to get into a homeless shelter, she is open to the idea of spam and cilantro and gets a bag of banh mis from Asia Bakery.
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