February 26th, 2009

Jamaica’s mom just called again. I told her my friend could put the voicemail on a CD. I can’t imagine what she’s going through. Maybe Gio and I can go visit her.

Sam is coming over today. I think we are going to watch Paid In Full.

I talked to James. He and his mom ordered 30 Oxycodone tests. That’s… I don’t know. Just retarded. Drug tests never kept me clean. He needs to go to a halfway. He says he’s still skeptical about meetings. I mean, what’s so hard? Just go to one every day, get a sponsor, call him and give it time. I guess there are people who stay clean without Narcotics Anonymous, and I’m not one of them. It’s not for me to decide what James needs anyways. But I know if there isn’t a drastic change, he’ll continue to run the SAME circle, over and over and over again.

I just saw JT at a meeting... haha, he looks like shit, PALE, on the verge of death, nodding hard as fuck in a meeting, scrawny and shot out.

WHO’S
                DOPE
                                    SICK
                                                        NOW
                                                                            BITCH

I robbed him over a year ago and the kid still wants to start shit. People say they wouldn’t wish active addiction on their worst enemy. Well, I would! Eleven months ago, this kid was making fun of me, calling me a junkie crackhead, chasing me around trying to get me back for robbing him and LOOK HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED MY FRIEND. Ahh man, I couldn’t believe it. He was half nodding out outside the meeting and this woman at the meeting was trying to introduce him to me. She’s like, “Oh here, get Bryan’s number, he’s great.’” JT turns around, looks at me and tries to swing, “That’s the nigga that robbed me!” I just turned away laughing. He was so fucked up. I said sorry to the lady and kept walking. I mean, he already jumped me and beat the shit out of me… why is he still mad?