tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post8093031997212732022..comments2024-01-29T03:08:22.174+01:00Comments on - Memoires of a Heroinhead -: A Syllabus of DeceitMemoirs of a Heroinheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-70405123263856916052016-02-01T16:40:58.426+01:002016-02-01T16:40:58.426+01:00Hey Giorgio and thanks for your words and all you&...Hey Giorgio and thanks for your words and all you've said in previous comments which I caught but either was too flattered to reply to or didn't find the time. I'm a junkie so it's probably more of the latter!<br /><br />Yeah, the heroin market is weird over here and an absolute fucking nightmare. Everything in France is a nightmare and illegal drugs just reflect that. From published heroin seizures around the country (regardless of city) heroin purity here is between 2 and 10% (which is fucking dire). Fortunately my man at the moment, for the last few years, sells uncut stuff which matches any stuff I've ever had in the UK. But he's not always on, is over an hour away and the price is 80 - 90 euros a gram (which is fucking expensive). <br /><br />Yeah, Trey was a conniving little fuck but probably not quite as bad as I portrayed him. He turned up at a bad time and seemed to make everything worse. All I saw in him was an utter selfishness and a stupidity which I've seen in so many others over the years. There' are at least two more posts I must write to conclude his time over here, but just these two posts, remembering him and who he was left such a vile taste in my mouth that I abandoned the other texts. <br /><br />No, I've nothing against small people. I know you was only pulling me leg, but that line was written with quite a bit of humour and vanity. It was referring to my build against Trey's. I'm tallish and thin, not well built or with any muscles at all and he was a short, squat thing with biceps bursting out his t-shirt and terribly rounded shoulders (looked kinda like a small weightlifter). So I used a physical description as a way to show just how different we were and that there wasn't even a natural kinda physical rapport which helped me feel not too bad with him alongsides me. It's quite similar to another line I wrote, about my teenage best friend called Alan and wrote that he was "the wrong shape for glam rock". Just a bit of fun. Though having said that, of all I wrote about Trey, it were my physical descriptions of him which hit him the hardest and upset him. I know because he turned u one day after the texts and with his miserable bottom lip tturned over like a sea-shell he said "nor very flattering, bro."<br />"The truthe never is," I replied. And then I watched him leave for the penultimate time and a month later would never see him again. XMemoirs of a Heroinheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-47906940461489720442016-01-30T18:37:51.647+01:002016-01-30T18:37:51.647+01:00Really peculiar how the sale of gear works in Fran...Really peculiar how the sale of gear works in France. Minimum 3 pieces or a 5 ball, I mean what??? We tend to forget how spoilt we are in London, even with all its faults and even with the impossibility of finding no longer proper good stuff. I can easily believe that the quality in France is dreadful. In Italy is exactjy the same. For a start you cannot find any brown, only white, which tends to come from Thailand/Laos/Cambodia. The deals are reasonable, you can buy single bags, either 30 or 50 Euros (depends from the dealer), but no discount at all, not even for the habituee, and the smack is so obscenely weak that you must get at least 4 bags to get a proper nod. And then it gets expensive. When I was in Italy for a while, I did something unthinkable: I cleaned up, for a simple reason: I was fed up to throw good money after bad, enriching those scumbags in order to buy stuff that in London would get you killed, had you the temerity to try to sell it. I just thought "no more". Of course, back in London, with all the Afghan brown, it was business as usual. So the moral of the story is: if you are in Italy, don't fucking bother. There are better ways to chuck your money down the pisser than giving it to those cunts who sell you basically bags of mannitol with the slightest trace of heroin in it. In the three years I was there, only once I stumbled into some brown (they call it "Syrian" over there). And fuck me insensible, it wasn't bad either!!! What a freak occurrence!!! This post, and the sequel, are amongst my favourites of all your writings, Shane. The portrayal of this Trey geezer is so masterful, the spite dripping from every sentence like the most corrosive diarrhea. I crack up every time I read it. And I read it slowly as though I was breakfasting on cappuccino and croissants, savouring every word. There is something I didn't quite get: "he was too small and too broad to be any friend of mine". Have you got a bit of an antypathy towards small people? I am asking because I am 5' 6", haha!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01262629506690562010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-57145125843974424372015-08-28T20:55:56.945+02:002015-08-28T20:55:56.945+02:00Well. That Trey is a tit. Well. That Trey is a tit. Kate from Sunny Swanseanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-28121440881843641552015-08-24T00:48:24.906+02:002015-08-24T00:48:24.906+02:00Ha! thank you so much for giving me a complete re...Ha! thank you so much for giving me a complete reply!<br /><br />It really is a talent you have. I too always analyze people, but I can't exactly grasp my ideas and put it in words, as you do so accurately. It is essential in order to be a writer, a spoken word artist (think Henry Rollins) or even a good stand-up comedian (think George Carlin). You are one incredibly skilled writer/poet/storyteller, and I respect you for it.<br /><br />It's really interesting how the dynamics of the junk scene are so different in Europe from here (I live in Montreal). Put aside some things that will never change, There is a lot of things that work differently and I'm always amused to notice the differences when I'm reading your stories relating to heroin!<br /><br />Keep on doing what you love, and I wish you all the best in the world.<br /><br />Love, Respect, Pat B ... xx, bro dude man no homo G slice ... (;Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03625454361161937084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-21941087778823231372015-08-17T04:20:33.451+02:002015-08-17T04:20:33.451+02:00(cnt'd)
Going back to the first point (and th...(cnt'd)<br /><br />Going back to the first point (and this is equally true of what happened with Trey) I once had a contact called sonia. She wasn't a dealer but was the only person who knew the main guy and so we all had to give her our cash and she would buy the bulk deal and then divide it up. Each time she did this something happened. Each time I would go through with her what trick she has played, why she said such and such a thing and what purpose it served, explain to her why that day she chared me 5 euros extra gram... or why she suddenly didn't want me going with her to score, etc. Each time I was absolutely spot on and she knew it... I was deconstructing her behaviour and telling it back to her and detailing why she said what, what purpose it served and how she gained from it. Any sober person, if you could analyse someones behaviour that accurately, would say: "Fuck me... how the fuck does he know all that from so little? I better just stop and be straight with him as he knows what i'm doing before i do! <br />But a junkie would never think like that. You could predict to a smile every behaviour they made and explain it back to them and still next time they will turn up and do the same thing. The only time they will stop and change the scam is when it doesn't work and they didn't even get away with it for the five minutes needed to score and make their gain. The notion of "losing face" just doesn't exist to the majority of junkies. And i'm no exception. I only know a lot of this stuff and can predict it because i've either done or at least thought of similar things. When you're in a hole and you need twenty quid within the next half an hour the last thing you care about is if your story is credible... all that you care about is if it will work. <br /><br />Back to Trey: the little fuck knocked around here out the blue a few months back. Just that was funny in itself for the first thing which happened (I may say in a further comment tomorrow). That same week he reappeared he pulled the dirtiest trick of all and not only ensured that he could never contact me again but also ensured that the only dealer he knew in Lyon (my dealer) would never serve him again. He actually fled town and back home because of what happened. Not so much in fear of his life but in fear of his drug habit as he knew he could no longer score here (no matter how much he paid). And that really was the last time i saw him.. though i've no doubt the little shit will show up on this site at some time or another, apologizing and saying, "Man, I just NEED your book... Bro, I gotta have your BOOK!" XMemoirs of a Heroinheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-1321141018907908762015-08-17T04:18:17.494+02:002015-08-17T04:18:17.494+02:00Hey Patrick and welcome to the comment section... ...Hey Patrick and welcome to the comment section... this is where you meet me as a person and not a writer and get to see just how immoral i really am!<br /><br />This saga isn't finished. There's so much more to write but even writing about that little shit disgusted me so much that I needed a long break and multiple showers to get rid of him. <br /><br />I think there are two things which are important:<br /><br />1) Junkies who need cash don't really care if they're story is credible, nor how you think of them. Their only concern is that on the night they need cash, or the moment they are 5 dollars short, that their bullshit works in that moment. If you turn up at theirs half an hour later, threatening to kill them and telling them move for move what trickery they just pulled, they'll just deny it and say "beat me up if it'll make you feel better but you got it all wrong!" So their only concern is that they get away with whatever scam it is they are pulling at the moment they are pulling it. It's like a junkie won't steal your jewellery and try and cover his tracks because covering tracks takes time and the junkie needs the cash and his fix then. So, even if he's the only person in your house, he'll take the jewellery and he knows when he's doing it that in an hour when you notice it'll come down on him, but he also knows he'll have pawned it by then and have his gear and that no matter what hell you create you can't undo his actions. And no matter how obvious it is that it could only have been him, he will deny it until he has no words left in his head. He will go to his death bed denying it. The junkie always goes on the fact that you never actually saw him do it, and so while you never saw the crime then you can never be a thousand percent sure... even if it couldn't have been anyone else. Then, to almost justify his theft, as if he had a right to do it, he will turn your rightful accusation into an issue of mistrust, telling himself: even though i did it, he doesn't know that for sure and yet he distrusts me so much that he reaklly is so sure it was me! Fuck him! Anyone who distrusts a friend like that deserves to have his shit stolen... and he shouldn't have fucking left it laying around anyway!<br /><br />2) The junkie often commits such petty thefts and hustles that most people, even if they know what he has done, just don't say anything. Because of this the junkie doesn't even consider that you know his every move and just let it go, but that he's actually fooling everyone. And even if you hint that you know what he is up to, he won't care as long as you only hint and he can still do it next time. I think that in a way, the way you must live as a junkie when your habit is out of control, that you lose so much pride that you don't even feel ashamed when you're caught out in the most blatant of lies. And because they have so little pride they don't really care if they are caught out or not or how unbelievable their stories are. <br /><br />Memoirs of a Heroinheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-16415296453647784642015-08-17T00:38:09.513+02:002015-08-17T00:38:09.513+02:00Wow! a very fascinating/fun character study. What ...Wow! a very fascinating/fun character study. What pissed me off the most about him, while I was reading, was how he seemed to take you for an absolute idiot.<br /><br />But then, I thought maybe he just didn't have the intelligence to realize that some people are smarter that he is, therefore can easily see through his bullshit and petty tricks.<br /><br />But THEN, I saw your comment to JoeM about how it's just a habit he's gotten himself into, and I think you might be just right!<br /><br />However, it was beautifully written, as always (it's my first comment here but I've been lurking for a little while)!<br /><br />Hope all is well,<br />Pat B. xx<br /><br />P.S.: I'm not the kind of person that gets into stereotypes but the fact that he's American makes it that much funnier ... (;Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03625454361161937084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-79662154453095828582015-03-04T18:23:12.375+01:002015-03-04T18:23:12.375+01:00Hey Shane - thanks for the replies; interesting as...Hey Shane - thanks for the replies; interesting as ever.<br /><br />I remember reading in some of your other posts/comments that French gear was a bit crap, but *wow* that sounds awful! I guess the whole rhythm of doing gear is different then, as you can't score daily - the 24-hour London cycle of graft/steal/beg to get the funds you need, use more than you intended to, score more with not quite enough money, do your utmost to save a hit for the morning, wake up, repeat...phewph, it's exhausting just writing it! But that whole rhythm must be different.<br /><br />I also remember you writing that crack is unheard of in France...what's Trey putting in his speedballs ans is he picking it up through your man too? Powder coke I assume? I've often wondered about the lack of speedballing on your part. I have a friend who likes smoking the odd bit of white, and does plenty of powder, yet never shoots up the rock, and will actively turn down a pin unless it's just H. What are your thoughts on this? I'm intrigued as I never get the high I want unless it's both in the pin...<br /><br />All the best to you man!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10587196974106984521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-62231921481761008082015-02-20T21:37:30.492+01:002015-02-20T21:37:30.492+01:00Come to the usa man where the gear black tar is ab...Come to the usa man where the gear black tar is about 70 prevent pure. You will save lots of money. I can't imagine spending 5 or 10 x as much money. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-23540133450174423722015-02-17T07:24:36.006+01:002015-02-17T07:24:36.006+01:00sorry for posting again shane. you do know you can...sorry for posting again shane. you do know you can get 4grams sent from italy on the dark web for £80 including shipping. you have to pay in bit coins, but it is tip top and takes about 4 days to arrive. there are also vendors from france and their stuff must compare to sellers from other eu countries as they would sell nothing if its weak. they have feedback ratings like on ebay.. juttnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-48427471734582336762015-02-17T07:18:43.299+01:002015-02-17T07:18:43.299+01:00hello shane. i cant wait until part 2. he reminds ...hello shane. i cant wait until part 2. he reminds me of some of the horrible sad excuses for humans i have met over the years.....is'nt it strange how the stuff is so weak in france. in spain it is blinding(moving to my finca there in next few months), tip top in holland and germany and 20 euros per gram in serbia for proper good stuff. in the uk i get 3.5g in london for £90, it is nice to smoke but not the strongest. i prefer the stuff from luton off the asians, its £70 for 1.5/1.7g but it makes you nod!juttnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-17358544013444158752015-01-25T23:12:43.595+01:002015-01-25T23:12:43.595+01:00Hey Alex... the price thing is a little misleading...Hey Alex... the price thing is a little misleading. If it were a gram of UK stuff that'd be not so expensive, but the stuff here is five times weaker than our gear and usually you must buy in 'balls' of 5 grams. So where we can score two ten pound bags to get for a little run out back home, to get a taste here is 250€... my man will do me 3 but no less (unless a real emergency). There's a reason why the market has evolved to that over here. Supply is not daily. If you were an addict relying on scoring daily here you'd be sick every other day adn often for three or four days at a time. Dealers come on here, you buy a few days or a weeks worth at a time, and then when you're a few days from running out you start calling again to catch him when he next picks up and comes on. How weak the gear is here: average quantity of heroin in grams for a junkie is 7 grams a day!!! I remember years ago arguing with a french addict who told me that his habit was once so high he was taking 5 grams a day. I told him it was impossible but he was adamant. Now I know he was telling the truth, but what he didn't say was that the heroin herte was 5 - 10 times weaker. You can get this other stuff here (which for years i was forced to buy) which is 10€ a gram and you buy 5 grams in a 'ball' for 50€. But it is something like 3-5% heroin... god knows what damage shooting that shit has done to me (all of us here). But teh stuff i was scoring for trey wasn't too bad but was 50 - 80€ a gram (you had a choice if you wanted to buy it cut once or twice! (and that's not a joke)). So again, my habit isn't high, but i wouldn't score for a stranger for less than a gram as i'd rather not use than have a small taste that winds you up more than anything else. Heroin gets very expensive out here... the quality rather than the price of the weights. <br /><br />I've never read nor heard of De Becker's book, but you're right we seem to have both remarked very similar things and as you'll see in the next posts there's even more similarities. I googled the book a little earlier and will try to pick a copy up as it sounds a nice read. I found the opening chapter free online which I enjoyed. XShane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-55369692135907676762015-01-25T22:51:19.089+01:002015-01-25T22:51:19.089+01:00Thank You James.... Then you should enjoy the foll...Thank You James.... Then you should enjoy the following parts as Trey gets completely taken to pieces (and not put back together!) XShane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-43925666528930704752015-01-25T00:20:23.614+01:002015-01-25T00:20:23.614+01:00Sorry to ramble, but in fact a lot of the stuff de...Sorry to ramble, but in fact a lot of the stuff de Becker writes about as a precursor to a guy trying to basically stalk/attack a women is a mirror image of techniques wheedling Trey uses!<br /><br />Wikipedia list here:<br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gift_of_Fear<br /><br />(take a look at Pre-Incident Indicators)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10587196974106984521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-86623099750874395812015-01-23T16:32:06.849+01:002015-01-23T16:32:06.849+01:00Oh and also, it's interesting you mention his ...Oh and also, it's interesting you mention his use of the pronoun 'us'. I remember reading Gavin de Becker's book The Gift Of Fear about his experiences as a security expert. <br /><br />In a chapter advising women on how to notice/handle stalkers, he points out that they'll do a similar thing - like if a guy is helping a woman with her groceries, he'll say, 'Boy, these sure are heavy. But we'll make it, won't we?' <br /><br />De Becker calls this 'forced teaming'.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10587196974106984521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-83108255516594840112015-01-23T16:23:32.751+01:002015-01-23T16:23:32.751+01:00Hey Shane, Alex/Seneca here; I emailed about your ...Hey Shane, Alex/Seneca here; I emailed about your book.<br /><br />A couple things strike me about this excellent post (insightful narratives about the day-to-days of gear and the characters it attracts are my favourite): 50 euros a gram isn't that expensive. Over here in London that's 10 bags. For ten bags I'd pay £60-70. Admittedly having to buy 3 is a lot, but I wonder what he was expecting!<br /><br />Also, your tolerance must be crazy! It wouldn't be massively generous, but splitting one gram with someone, the equivalent of me buying 5 bags myself: it'd certainly get me high! (You comment sarcastically on his intent to cut you in to one gram only). 5 bags would last me the best part of the daylight hours. You are a beast!<br /><br />Anyways keep it up :)<br />xAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10587196974106984521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-49418360280180399282015-01-16T03:00:53.808+01:002015-01-16T03:00:53.808+01:00He's American, right? I bet he'll get off ...He's American, right? I bet he'll get off junk when his parents stop funding him - and then become a cop! Or a lawyer - both of whom specialise in barefaced lies and a juvenile sense of entitlement.JoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-35441589258737293122015-01-15T23:22:25.499+01:002015-01-15T23:22:25.499+01:00And he had read a few very blatant junk posts of m...And he had read a few very blatant junk posts of mine, but he was not this HUGE admirer which he made out. I even caught him out in that lie. One day he seemed surprised I painted and made music. But I knew if he'd been around my site like he made out he couldn't have missed that. On my site I can see who visits. I don't usually use it, but for him i did. Because he knew it had come out that I doubted just how much he really even knew my work, each time before scoring I'd see him visit my site and skim read a different text. Of course, during our meeting he'd drop in reference about the text i had seen him visit earlier but making out he knew all my stuff off by heart. Then the truth came out. Two years ago in Barcelona (when he first friended me on facebook) he was there with no heroin and so began living vicariously through writing, films etc. It was then he found my site and literally only read the very blatant heroin posts (and you know how i feel towards people who are only interested in that). After Barcelona I'm sure he never visited nor read a word of anything I had written... so that really was all bollocks. If you'd have heard how fake his admiration was you'd have known instantly. He was just dishonest in every way. He had so many horrible little habits as well. One, that I despised the most, was that every time he took a shot, he would have to have his phone out and on the side playing these depressing grungy heroinesque songs. To the music he would shoot up and then stand swaying as this druggy, melancholic music played. It seems a little thing but it was a great insight into him, into his selfishness and how once he had his heroin he then only cared about himself and would slink off back to his own company, everyone else relegated to that of the very least importance possible. <br /><br />I think in a way I wrote this hoping he'll see it. There's nothing in there which I didn't say to his face. I doubt he'll be pissed off. If anything he'll probably get off on being in one of the posts. Still, he'll no doubt still be adamant that he really lost his phone, really lost his money that day... really was a huge fan... really didn't try not paying me back... really did think there was cash in his bank account... That's what junkies like him do. They will go to their graves denying everything, going on the fact that there is never absolute proof and if he denies it long enough he'll end up being believed, or at least make the other person doubt the accusation. He's supposed to return soon for the second part of his course, but I'm absolutely sure I'll not see him again.<br /><br />X<br />Shane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-60129383922034799452015-01-15T23:21:21.628+01:002015-01-15T23:21:21.628+01:00Hey Joe... Yeah, that he chose Lyon as his place o...Hey Joe... Yeah, that he chose Lyon as his place of study was surely because I was here and he knew he could score. But make no mistake about it, if I was here and couldn't score, he wouldn't have come. It was the heroin. As soon as he had it he disappeared alone and you was as good as dead to him. But that's his business... that doesn't bother me. It was all the lies and tricks. He never stole, not of me... but only because he never had the chance. He would have and back home he had done all sorts to get his drugs. He had a boyfriend back there... I think he had almost ruined that with his drug taking and lies and thieving. I know they weren't getting along and weren't having sex anymore... which is serious at that young age.<br /><br />That you felt sorry for him at first... that's exactly how you feel towards people like him in life. That's what his whole personality is geared to make you feel because sympathy can so easily turn to the odd ten or twenty or fifty dollars for drugs... and that's exactly what they play on. I'm not against that... I understand it. The theft and lies as well. What annoyed me was that there was no need for it. Not with me. So every lie he told i kinda punished him for it, wanting to teach him it's best just to be truthful around me. But he would never learn. You'll see some real message exchanges in the later posts where i make him deconstruct his behaviour and explain it before i will score for him. He admits to everything... it cost him 2 days with no gear, where i wouldn't reply to him. And then almost straight away after he went straight back and did it again. It's a habit he's gotten into, which normally works well around family and friends (people not on heroin), and it just seemed it had become so second nature to him that he had stopped relating to each person on an individual basis and no matter what the consequences just couldn't help being deceitful. Even after he saw I could see through every trick... he jusy couldn't stop.These transparent tricks i've seen all my life and can predict from the smallest of things and it comes as a real insult someone bumming you off with such bullshit... especially when they know you know the truth. There were so many really selfish things he did... I didn't despise him in the end, but I was glad he left. Probably he was too as scoring became so frustrating for him and must have felt like a nightmare. He was reliant upon me and so that's always a frustrating position to be in. And of course, when he began all his nonsense I used the power i had over him and wouldn't answer his calls or left him for hours or days before scoring. He must have wanted to murder me for that. But it was his fault. Because of his lies (you'll see later turning up without enough money (meaning I had to pay the rest)) finally to score he had to go through all these checks and in the end he even had to photograph his money so as i could see he wasn't light before i met him. <br />(cnt'd....)Shane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-1968459123345375222015-01-15T03:25:43.898+01:002015-01-15T03:25:43.898+01:00Oh you left us on a cliff-hanger!
Hope part 2 is ...Oh you left us on a cliff-hanger!<br /><br />Hope part 2 is ready soon.Really interested to see how this turns out.<br /><br />I presume he chose a college in Lyon because you were there. Maybe he really did have a fantasy idea of a junkie lifestyle with The Heroinhead. It would be like me going to New York in the 60s to hang out with Warhol. Maybe he'd burned all his bridges abroad and could fool his parents from Europe. Probably a bit of both (from what we know in Part 1).<br /><br />I felt sorry for him at first. - for some reason I kept thinking of the young guy in Strangers on a Train who wanted to hire the older guy to murder for him. So <i>needy</i>.Clearly has psychological problems.<br /><br />But sympathy vanished after the first lie. As soon as 'a few hours' changed to 'tomorrow' I knew what he was. God I hate liars. Especially those who choose to believe that everyone they blatantly lie to has alzheimer's and will forget everything they've promised – concrete details become a mushy story they can manipulate to suit themselves – to the point that they believe the lie themselves – as at the cash machine. Yes I've met that type!<br /><br /><i>If he was near a veterinary surgeon he'd no doubt talk of his love for animals and how he could only relate to beasts.</i> <br /><br />Hah!<br /><br />A little Zelig with Heroin (and ice) in his veins.<br /><br />I presume he's still alive so wonder what he'll make of this when he reads it.<br /><br />Great to have you back on blog again – it seems like ages. (I've had to remind myself how to <i>italicise</i> on blogger!)JoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-55570215373868035262015-01-14T18:26:44.633+01:002015-01-14T18:26:44.633+01:00I love character studies (Wow, I have hung around ...I love character studies (Wow, I have hung around some really shady characters in the pursuit of smack & speed. Thanks for reminding me Haha) That was a great read - I enjoyed it thoroughly! <br /><br />James A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-75260508835240386482015-01-14T05:48:44.340+01:002015-01-14T05:48:44.340+01:00Hey Esmé....
Well, I didn't know he was such ...Hey Esmé....<br /><br />Well, I didn't know he was such a dishonest little creep at first, but more importantly he was buying the gear. So for the sake of an hour or so in his company each time I was getting free heroin. Also, I write and I never turn down any offer that will lead to mayhem or debauchery. That doesn't mean that I partake in it... not always... but I watch and observe. It's through such things as meeting up with strangers and hanging around such people that life blows in and suddenly things hors de norme are happening. I follow things... let life lead me to where I'd maybe not go myself. Also once I realized what Trey was then I was consciously studying him and so each meeting, no matter how annoying, was always worthwhile for that reason. XShane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-46863668786015225582015-01-14T05:48:04.932+01:002015-01-14T05:48:04.932+01:00Hey Ya Ben... X
I'm not bad thanks... could b...Hey Ya Ben... X<br /><br />I'm not bad thanks... could be worse. Oh, I understood ya clearly first time. The book The Void Ratio should be back from the printers tomorrow... I think Karolina said the 16th for the official release date. I'll be all over FB so no doubt you'll catch it there. Speak soon My Friend... Shane. XShane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-5153784970255255492015-01-14T05:44:09.915+01:002015-01-14T05:44:09.915+01:00I am confused why you decided to meet up with this...I am confused why you decided to meet up with this arse at all. I mean, what was ever in it for you? You could always score without him, but at first not vise versa, right? So what was your original draw to this loser? Confused,<br />~E.Esméhttp://agorsway.blogspot.fr/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-27981268430886192602015-01-13T23:11:33.037+01:002015-01-13T23:11:33.037+01:00*the hell out of that, but you know what I mean, r...*the hell out of that, but you know what I mean, right? _Black_Acrylichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01137482556870612454noreply@blogger.com