The Typical life of A Junkie.
Well every night i go to sleep dreading waking up the next morning, knowing my body will feel terrible. I’ll have aches and pains, my nose will run, stomach cramps and the worst of all uncontrollable bowel lovements. The only way to cure this is to go down in to my local citty center and to break the law shopplifting. Now you might think this sounds like a real mission and its pretty hard to pull off with-out getting caught. Well your wrong there pinching the items to sell is the easiest part its when it comes to selling them that’s the most difficult because people want stuff for nothing. Now really if something costs £10 then ideally i want to get between £4-5. But thats often not the case and you just have to settle for what you can get.
Now once you’ve managed to sell your stolen goods you then have to ring up a dealer, many of which would probaly sell their grand-parents if it came to it. So you get your drugs take them and then your back to where you started back out shoplifting. The way i see it is, if the police got rid of the dealers then there wouldnt be as many users a win, win situation!! I just feel sorry for the poor soul destroyed drug users that are trapped in this viscious circle with no way out, but even if you try to help them (which i have) they still bite the hand that feeds them.
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