Monster Child

Simon says: Monster turns out to be the weirdest fucker I ever met. Scott never gave me anykind of warning. Monster is kind of a bigger dude with tattoos covering both of his arms, back and chest. He has the mentality of maybe a 10 year old boy, if that. He's also a banger, he likes to disolve meth with a little water and inject it directly into his blood stream. I met a few bangers and never seen one as goofy as this guy. He would get so wound up he'd be bouncing off the walls. Eric the Monster was everything you could immagine, lier, theif, backstabber. One day I was sleeping in my room and Erick didn't know I was home. I was awakened by the sound of this asshole picking the lock on my door. I just remained quiet as he walked in, as soon as he saw me he took off. The only reason I put up with this shit is because at the time there was a warrent for my arrest and a really bad credit rating. Needles to say these two things made it difficult for me to rent a place of my own, which I now have.

Inside scoop on the world of methamphetamines

Simon Says: so anway, I get kicked out of the sober housr and Scott bails out of the half way house. Scott has a friend that needs money and is willing to rent ot a couple of rooms in his house. I took one of the rooms and a few days later Scott takes the other room. Every thing seems OK except Erick, AKA Monster turns out to be a total idiot. A boarder line retard. Hmm, actually he's a full blown retard. At this point I was thinking I would be able to handle Monster.

Trying to post with my phone is way too much hassle. Next month I'll get a computer and things should get better. These touch screem key boards are way to sensitive .

The life of a methamphetamine dealer

AThe typical image of a drug dealer is someome with a lot of money. The truth is they barely make enough money to survive so they have to resort to other illegal endeavors to make ends meet. The average dealer has to supplement their income by steeling everthing they can from anyone. I mean anyone and everyone.

Meth house

So, a couple of weeks pass by and Scott and I are selling Meth and smoking up all the profits. Scott had all the connections and he was introducing me to them. I think I was going through abou an eight ball (eighth of an ounce) a week. One night while I was sleeping someone snuck into my house and stole my brand new Tshiba leptop. I now know it was Scott. Scott turned out Pto be a real snake. One day shortly after my laptop went missing, I was in my room weighing out some met and another resident of the sober house barged in to my room without knocking and busted me with the meth. This guys name was Richard Snell and he promised not to imform the hojse manager. Later that day I Get a call from the house manager and out the door I went. I was forced to move onto a meth house where Scott was living. Party 24/7 and I have to admit I liked it there at first. New people passing through all the time (all meth users) all buying or selling or just there to hang out. The house had been recently raided by the police just before I moved in and people were being a little cautious and paranoid. One thing I learnef was that people that use and sell methamphetamines some of the biggest snakes on the plannet. Lie cheat and steal for the drug. Just when you think you're making friends with someone they'll steal something from you and I got ripped off bigtime.

The beginnings of a nightmare

Alright, fifth attempt to get something posted to my blog using my Motorola Cliq XT. I'll be getting a new computer next month and that will make things a little easier. So, anyway, I met this guy Scott while in treatmemt at Fairview Riverside Hospital's Lodging Plus Chemical dependency Program. Scott and I srarted hanging out together and we became friends, I thought. We were discharged around the same time and ended up living a few blocks apart so we continued to be friends. I had moved into a sober house and Scott move into a half way house. I knew Scott was a drug dealer but we were both trying to stay sober fresh out of CD treatmemt. Well, a few weeks into sobriety we decided to relapse. I don't remember the details but the next thing I do rember is in about a week we were both smoking meth every day.

Alright, fourth attempt to publish this post with my mobile phone. I hope to buy a new computer mext month but my Motorola Cliq is all I have for now. OK so I met this guy Scott while in a chemical dependency provram in Fairview Riverside Hospital on the UofM campus in Minneapolis MN. I would recommend their treatment program which is called Lodging Plus, to anyone seeking help with an addiction problem. Anyway, Scott and I were discharged from treatment about the same time and ended up living a few blocks apart and

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Alright, so I met this guy in treatment, he seemed like an alright guy so we became friends. We were in treatment at Fairview Riverside Hospital which I recommend if you or someone you know is thinking about going into treatment. Fairviews chemical dependencey programs name is Lodging Plus. It's clean ( hospital ) and they have a designated smoking area outside. Anyway, back to my story. I get to be pretty good friends with Scott. I knew he was a drug dealer but at the time we were both high on sobriety. As the weeks pass by we get to be even better friends. Then the day came when we both decided to relapse. Not on alcohol but on methamphetamines. Meth was Scott's drug of choice and I wanted to try something new as long as it wasn't alcohol I wkould be OK.This is going to be a long story so stay tuned.

Back Again!

I'm trying to write a new post with my phone. I'll be gettimg a new computer next month and I plan on reviving this this blog. Anyway I want to let every one to know I'm still alive. The last six months have been pretty crazy. I plan on telling you everything I can remember. I met this guy named Scott while I was in treatment. When we got discharged I moved into a sober house and Scott moved into a halfway house a few blocks away. Well, Scott and I got to be good friends and Scott turned out to be a methamphetamine dealer. I'll be writing more later.