I'm a musician. I'm also a drug dealer, and a former arms dealer, driller, drug debt collector, stick up kid and home invader. I've done a lot of very bad things. I forgive myself for most, but destroy myself for the ones I don't.
I sell drugs because society has slapped labels on me. First off it was a list of mental health conditions longer that I can be bothered to go in to. Then, as I grew up, I got a lot of charges and a fair few subsequent convictions. To be fair, I did most of the things I was accused of. Funnily enough I've never been charged with any kind of drugs charges ever, not even a cannabis caution as a kid.
Things got a lot worse just over a year ago. My priors were cleared when I turned 18 but my prohibited weapons case finished after my 18th, so I'm currently on a suspended sentence for that. That's not where things got bad. I'll explain that now.
December 2016. I couldn't sleep. I was actually sober at this point, believe it or not, but I just couldn't sleep. I swallowed boxes of zopiclone, zolpidem, eszopiclone, diazepam, opiates, opioids, etc. Nothing worked. I was on a tolerance break from weed because I was smoking a half oz to an oz a day yet feeling nothing. I doubt weed would've made me sleep when benzos, barbiturates and God only knows what else wouldn't.
I'd been awake for 5 days before, mainly on coke and/or meth binges. But this time, on day 5, my sanity well and truly dissipated. I suffery schizophrenia, but this was like an unbelievably high dose of datura that just wouldn't stop.
I checked myself into an open psychiatric unit, telling them if they couldn't "fix me" I would kill myself. On day 10 I slept for 3 hours. I woke up, purchased 2 litres of Smirnoff and Glens vodka, and a particularly wicked staff member told me to "down so I would die." Lovely people.
During a drunken, tearful analysis of my childhood abuse with a female staff member, a male staff member overheard me stating that I felt like I could kill a man at any ...
Well, the Hexen has been and gone lol. It's better than methamphetamine. Took it with a friend, a gram lasted us 12 hours or so. Smoked it from my crack/meth pipe (glass bulb), snorted it and took it orally. All this was with a q (7g) of heroin and 12 boxes of diazepam. Speedballs till I die baby :P Now selling Hexen. Prices on request. Photos will be posted once the re-up is sorted. Pure powder. Highly recommended. Not too tweaky, lots of euphoria and very energetic. Not as sexual as meth.
Currently just finishing off a MASSIVE joint (2 12″ Raw Supernatural papers stuck together) of HASH. No weed in this zoot at all. I was smoking on Dieselberry Cough the other day (NYC Diesel x Strawberry Cough) and I’ve got to say it’s my favourite strain of the year so far, by far lol.
But yeah, this hash is incredible. I sold a 0.27g of it for £5, THAT’S how good it is (for reference, pollen [brick hash not bubble hash] normally goes for less than £5 a gram round here, albeit I pay less than £5 a gram for this beautiful hash anyway but the quality is truly insane so I sell it for quite a high price to be fair)
It’s called The Cheesecake Factory’s Perfect Fluffy Pollen - and it is the best hash in the whole entire motherfucking world, I swear to God.
I bought my mate a gram of ket the other day (cuz I’m a lovely person...sometimes lol) and we were supposed to be having a bomb ass party at his place starting early as fuck and going on all day but the plan was we were going to his at 2pm and no one’s heard from him all day and it’s not 21:10 so I’m guessing he’s going to be the wonderful world of the k hole for the rest of the day, which is honestly truly disappointing.
But it’s none of the above that I’m so excitedly waiting for (although a late invite to ketamine, benzo and weed party would be lovely lol) it is my HEXEN. One of the very few drugs that I have not yet had the pleasure of trying. So excited :)
I had a lot of Xanax (and other drugs) in my possession, my fiancé had another miscarriage and we've had to break up after a very intense relationship that lasted just over a year and a half. So I ate 40-60 2mg Xanax bars within the space of like half an hour, this wasn't a suicide attempt as I honestly don't think there is any chance that I could EVER die of a benzo overdose. I was at a subway station, just chilling and looking for people to sell to. Pretty quickly I found some obvious stoners so I sold a couple grams of Gorilla Glue #4 to them, then I sold a gram of Sour Kush to these 2 hipster rocker guys and they saved my number (everyone just knows me as Pablo here lmaooo) so I give them a couple xans for free. I'm sat beside this blonde chick (still at the subway station), she's pretty hot, but she's clearly WDing. I ask her what drugs she uses. She tells me "coke." So, it's like between 5-7pm at the latest, and we're on like the most normal high street you can imagine on like a Wednesday afternoon but I managed to sell SO MUCH XANAX lmaooooo like I sold 20+ bags of 5-7 2mg bars for £10 each. After an hour max, we go and sit on a wall and I ask her if she's got a boyfriend, she says no and we start kissing. Then we go to these really rough projects just down the road from where I live. I buy an 1/8th (3.5g) of heroin off some 12 year old lol and we buy a couple grams of coke off some guy I know. 😴😴HERE COMES THE BLACKOUT😴😴 So then I black out from all the Xanax and next thing I know we're in her place and I'm fucking this bitch so HARD like she's fucking screaming dude and then she injects me with a speedball (coke + heroin) while I'm fucking her then we fucked for a couple hours while injecting each other with speedballs, then I smoked a blunt of Sour Kush while she sucked my dick and I bust all over her face then I blacked out again and I woke up in a bar then I blacked out again and I woke up in some posh bitch's apartment, then I fucked her, then I think she said her boyfriend would be home soon (I think, this shit is blurry as fuck obviously lol plus some of the bars were alprazolam + phenazepam) then I blacked out and my mum and her boyfriend randomly found me passed out at a random bus stop 2 or 3 days later. So, as always, take your Xanax irresponsibly. As long as you don't drink too heavily on them you shouldn't end up in a cell and if you don't have a drooling problem but you DO have cocaine and heroin you might get laid. Yay. Btw, getting IVed with snowballs while you're fucking is incredible. I thought I was going to have a heart attack at one point lmao.
Some Random Bits I left Out Of My Bio Cuz It Was Getting Way Too Fucking Long #1
I served 4 years inside, from 12 to 16.
I’ve stabbed a fair few people.
I’ve been shot at quite a few times.
I’ve never used a condom during sex.
I was going to attempt to keep training and become professional at downhill biking (just look it up on YouTube) but I got locked up. I started downhill biking at 8.
I know what I’m aiming at. Some day you gonna see my name in flashing lights.
All the bitches that left me in my time of need gon cry at the live they could’ve lead.
All the homies that left their boys behind - go! Act like you don’t me.
Cuz when I’ve got a solid gold uzi and jacuzzi full of cocaine y'all can BLOW ME.
Bitch I’m a blow fiend. Go make your own team. Mine full, and even if it wasn’t you’re all below me.
Show me…
Show me a reason to live,
You committed treason and now you think I’ve got to give,
Something, anything, to you,
I don’t owe you shit - I’ll get my crowbar - screw you,
I’ve got that ski mask on,
No bullshit here’s a bullet to pass on,
I got a full clip ready to bust at them all,
Sure motherfucker you jump through hoops but you’ll never ball!
I trap daily, caught in a trap I’m trapped you feel me?
Every detail the devil’s revealing,
All leads to a blood stained ceiling,
The Sistine Chapel if it was painted by Lucifer himself,
Bitch I’m like El Chapo never tainted,
The God of light the God of wealth,
Babygirl you should stay away from me I’m bad from your health,
I’m poppin oxys in the bathroom snortin cocaine you got no name, you don’t know yourself,
I’m that crackhead struggling through life but at least I struggle with style,
MD on the rock 18 in the Glock rocks on my watch come watch me I’m goin for it,
I move Columbian coke from coast to coast professional smugglers never anxious not even if we’re stopped at every mile,
We been through Hell popped bars in a cell no bars on my cell but ayo grab that Dom P it’s on me grab the glasses and I’ll grab your asses bitch pour it!
This some Dior shit,
Bitch you’re gorgeous,
2.3mg Diclazepam pills. Inbox me if you want but I prefer just selling in bulk. Did an allergy test on them earlier. I'm going to pop one now, I'll update you all later on how good (or bad - unlikely lol) they are :) Hope everyone's having a great day!
My sweet little xannie bars. None left. Made a killing on these. Got some fucking stories to tell too hahaha. Some great memories and some even greater blackouts 😛 Ate like 40-60 in one go or over the course of half an hour and then some CRAZY FUCKING SHIT went down send me an "ask" or message me if you want to hear my xannie bar adventure of the month lol #xanniebaradventureofthemonth