munki

Sadly I have been at this same junction... twice before. A former roommate about 6 years ago now was clean for about 2 years when I moved in to a small house with him and my girl. Everything was going great for roughly a year, when things started appearing off... We we're partiers, don't get me wrong. Smoke, drink, friends abounding at all hours, generally a good life, and lifestyle at 18-19, which I enjoyed thoroughly. Then the "garage sneak aways" started, quags begin materializing that no one wants to own up too. Long story short, my girl and I made a decision to leave and got a new place, in a new county with another old friend. The decision came just in the knick of time to save us from getting locked up in a tweak raid 1 month after we had moved.

Then the saga continued. New roommate, everythings going well, for about a year again... and the signs start popping up. My roomie this time was a very talented musician, who toured the west coast and carribean a bit with some great groups. Then slowly the calls for gigs stop coming in, he's looking more and more strung out every day, money for shared bills starts coming in late, and then stops... stranger and stranger company showing up at the house... so we had kicked him out... citing from the beginning we only had one rule... "No Fucking Tweak... period"

Thankfully, and extremely sadly at the same time, I was fortunate enough to have seen the adverse effects of said drugs on many who were close to me quickly enough to never indulge myself. I have an extremely addictive personality, and anything I do, I do hardcore. My life would have been fucking over.

Weed for me, it's all I want or need. Then again there was some pure MDMA floating around 3-4 years back that led to some fun nights back in WeHo... so who knows... but I'm a pretty set in stone smoker.

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