13th Street
Like I have said before: it seemed there was no rehabilitation for me. Not because I was unwilling but every method of treatment that I submitted to failed. I say that the treatment failed because ultimately I did rehabilitate so I was able to get clean, so it is not always the addicts propensity to return to substance abuse that is to blame.
Hi, my name is Mick and you are all full of shit.
I attended AA and NA meetings for a few months religiously. I would go almost every night. I felt like such a worthless motherfucker because the only thing I got out of those meetings was new connections for dope. AA and NA are nothing more than outreaches for the catholic church. I don't care if they claim to be unaffiliated with religion. Their dogma is the same copout bullshit that the catholic church spews:
Thou shalt not sin. But if you happen to rape a little boy, walk into the wooden box inside the church, tell the masturbating priest on the other side of the curtain what you did, say 5 hail Mary's, and don't forget to grope your rosary beads while you chant, and then you are forgiven...until next week when you rape another little boy.
I really tried to get something out of attending those meetings but all I got was bored, disgusted, and like I said new dope connections. It is really quite pathetic. Towards the end of every NA meeting I ever attended drug dealers would either come into the room and stand in the back or wait outside to provide their services to the "recovering addicts".
I would watch as people that claimed 6 mos or 2 years etc. of clean time would hook up with the dealers after the meeting, then would show up after a weeks run and have a pity party at the meeting
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Eventually being the perpetual capitalist that I am, I could not help but be attracted to this opportunity. I hooked up with one of the dealers that attended the meetings and we began making runs to the badlands.
The Badlands is a 4-square-mile area in northern Philadelphia, where Gangs dominate a large open-air drug market. The volume of heroin sales in this area of Philadelphia is so large that the Pennsylvania State Attorney General's Office created ECHO>> the Eastern Corridor Heroin Operation enforcement team to disrupt drug sales in the Badlands.
The reason for the high volume of drug business is because Philadelphia's heroin purity is far higher than the national average of about 39 percent, badlands dope is predominantly South American and the purity is between 70- 95%. And ECHO or not this area is ruled by the gangs. The cops have given up, at least that is the way I saw it. They don't call it the badlands for nothing.
Philly was a 3 hour ride for me. 2 if I was feigning.
Like a phantoms we would roll into the badlands dark and empty streets. Passing crackhouses and trash-filled lots, past abandoned buildings where junkie hookers stood in shadows, past barefooted dirty toddlers playing alone on the streets without a parent in sight. Past high school kids rushing to the drug corners scared and dopesick. I don't think these neighborhoods could bear anymore sadness or despair without stirring the actual streets and buildings to cry out for mercy.
Corners along 13th street is where we were getting the best deals and where our faces were recognized as well as where we recognized the dealers. All you have to do when approaching a drug corner is slow down to a crawl and they come out in the street. The transaction is similar to placing an order at a drive through.
Their must have been a turf war on 13th street because when we rolled down the street one night, we didn't recognize anyone. And these dealers were very aggressive. They were running out in the street trying to slow us down. I dint feel comfortable at all. I told my partner that he should get out of here quick, he agreed but he was unable to gun it out of there because something had just jumped off ahead of us blocking the street.
There were dozens of people darting out from the sides of the streets and converging in a group arguing violently in Spanish. We decided to hang a louie but when we looked behind us, there were cars and people rushing towards the altercation in front of us. We were trapped.
Like I have said before: it seemed there was no rehabilitation for me. Not because I was unwilling but every method of treatment that I submitted to failed. I say that the treatment failed because ultimately I did rehabilitate so I was able to get clean, so it is not always the addicts propensity to return to substance abuse that is to blame.
Hi, my name is Mick and you are all full of shit.
I attended AA and NA meetings for a few months religiously. I would go almost every night. I felt like such a worthless motherfucker because the only thing I got out of those meetings was new connections for dope. AA and NA are nothing more than outreaches for the catholic church. I don't care if they claim to be unaffiliated with religion. Their dogma is the same copout bullshit that the catholic church spews:
Thou shalt not sin. But if you happen to rape a little boy, walk into the wooden box inside the church, tell the masturbating priest on the other side of the curtain what you did, say 5 hail Mary's, and don't forget to grope your rosary beads while you chant, and then you are forgiven...until next week when you rape another little boy.
I really tried to get something out of attending those meetings but all I got was bored, disgusted, and like I said new dope connections. It is really quite pathetic. Towards the end of every NA meeting I ever attended drug dealers would either come into the room and stand in the back or wait outside to provide their services to the "recovering addicts".
I would watch as people that claimed 6 mos or 2 years etc. of clean time would hook up with the dealers after the meeting, then would show up after a weeks run and have a pity party at the meeting
________________________________
Eventually being the perpetual capitalist that I am, I could not help but be attracted to this opportunity. I hooked up with one of the dealers that attended the meetings and we began making runs to the badlands.
The Badlands is a 4-square-mile area in northern Philadelphia, where Gangs dominate a large open-air drug market. The volume of heroin sales in this area of Philadelphia is so large that the Pennsylvania State Attorney General's Office created ECHO>> the Eastern Corridor Heroin Operation enforcement team to disrupt drug sales in the Badlands.
The reason for the high volume of drug business is because Philadelphia's heroin purity is far higher than the national average of about 39 percent, badlands dope is predominantly South American and the purity is between 70- 95%. And ECHO or not this area is ruled by the gangs. The cops have given up, at least that is the way I saw it. They don't call it the badlands for nothing.
Philly was a 3 hour ride for me. 2 if I was feigning.
Like a phantoms we would roll into the badlands dark and empty streets. Passing crackhouses and trash-filled lots, past abandoned buildings where junkie hookers stood in shadows, past barefooted dirty toddlers playing alone on the streets without a parent in sight. Past high school kids rushing to the drug corners scared and dopesick. I don't think these neighborhoods could bear anymore sadness or despair without stirring the actual streets and buildings to cry out for mercy.
Corners along 13th street is where we were getting the best deals and where our faces were recognized as well as where we recognized the dealers. All you have to do when approaching a drug corner is slow down to a crawl and they come out in the street. The transaction is similar to placing an order at a drive through.
Their must have been a turf war on 13th street because when we rolled down the street one night, we didn't recognize anyone. And these dealers were very aggressive. They were running out in the street trying to slow us down. I dint feel comfortable at all. I told my partner that he should get out of here quick, he agreed but he was unable to gun it out of there because something had just jumped off ahead of us blocking the street.
There were dozens of people darting out from the sides of the streets and converging in a group arguing violently in Spanish. We decided to hang a louie but when we looked behind us, there were cars and people rushing towards the altercation in front of us. We were trapped.
