I’ve talked openly with y’all about my oxycodone addiction many times over the years. I have no problem telling y’all that I had a 240 mg a day habit. That equates to $240 dollars every day, if I were paying full value for them, and that’s not during a drought.
Believe me, when shit started drying up around here, I was charging double, and people were happily paying it.
In the early days of selling pills, the pill mills were on every street corner. There was one RN here, my RN, who actually opened a turnkey business, turned it into a pill mill with stolen prescription pads from her physician boyfriend from Georgia, and wrote out hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of pills.
She’s doing 30 years for it right now.
In those days, I didn’t have to buy extra pills; I had 240 of my oxys every month. Yes. They prescribed me that many, because as long as you paid your $500 for the visit, these doctors didn’t give a fuck if you live or die. And I seriously mean that. Those assholes are the reason for the opiate crisis, and you’ll never convince me otherwise. They were paid by the patients, the insurance companies, and the drug companies, and fuck anyone who OD’d.
As they started shutting down because the DEA came into town with their forensic document guns blazing, it got tougher and tougher to find pills. You would have to do what I did, and send your neighborhood chickenheads to the pain clinics, then babysit the bitches to be sure they didn’t try to take off with your pills.
The shit was a full time job at that point. So, I got a plug.
My plug just got natural life in prison for his 3rd opiate conviction.
Now, a part of me wants to be like “see, fool, you should have learned something when they picked me off”, but I know what it’s like. If I hadn’t turned writing into a business, where the fuck would I work? They yanked my ability to be licensed to engineer, like, forever. I can never legally pull or file a print in the Great State of Florida again.
I would even be forbidden from being behind the bar again. Drug felony means they don’t even trust me to entertain the drunks anymore. Seriously, what the fuck would I do?
Right. I would sell drugs, because at least then I know I can pay my fucking bills and eat.
I’m not saying it’s right. I’m saying it’s the way it is. They want you to straighten up and fly right, but they make it impossible for you to do that. Basically, you can fuck yourself and go die in a gutter. Or, by the grace of God, you can have a talent and capitalize on it.
I’m lucky. Well, no scratch that, because there ain’t a fucking thing lucky about what I’m doing. I have busted my ass for years to make this shit happen. I work every day, probably 18 hours a day, and when I fall asleep, it’s to thoughts of what the fuck I’ll do next to wring some money out of this shit.
I don’t believe in being broke. It looks terrible on me, like kitten heels. I just can’t pull broke off.
So, if we’re being honest, I know why my plug did what he did. I know exactly why so many people end up repeat offenders serving life on drug convictions. I just don’t feel like it’s ok. You have rapists serving 4 years, and some fucking probation, but my boy is going to die in a cell because he was making his rent off some junkies?
Man, get the fuck out of here.
I never sold a single pill. Trust me. Never once did I sit around like, “oh damn, I better fucking push these, they’re going stale”. I did, however, have to tell people almost daily, “nope, just sold the last one, you gotta wait until I see my plug”.
No matter how many I had, that’s how many I got rid of. There was never a time I sold one. Those fuckers were gone before I even got them home. So you can’t tell me that a dopeman is causing the problem. I know I didn’t. The only time it was a problem was when I didn’t have them, and bitches had to make a trip to the hood to buy them. That’s how you get caught.
I won’t say it’s right, not ever. I will say that it’s a rehabilitation problem, not a dealer problem. You’re making people detox in jail, so of course they’re bonding out to stop the sick, which means by the time they get to court, they’ll sign anything to stay out.
It’s not ok. It’s not ok to leverage freedom with dopesick. It’s not ok to leverage freedom with anything. It’s a broken and fucked up system, and it needs to be completely scrapped so someone can start over with it.
You may not think so now, but wait until it’s your sister or your son who is selling everything they have to pay for some pills. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about. It’s no way to live, but you better have some bread stacked up for rehab, or they’re going to prison for free.