Name: Anonymous 2009-03-21 20:20
I got out of jail on parole 2 years ago for distribution and I've been keeping myself clean since then. Like most dealers, I've sample some of my own stash and this of course lead to me getting addicted and eventually getting caught. Now since then I've gotten a full-time job and have never missed a rehab session. I finally felt like I had everything under control and things had really started to turn around for me. I really felt happy that although my life might had started shitty, it certainly wasn't going to end that way. Or at least it seemed it wouldn't.
I have to meet with my parole officer the first and third Fridays of every month, so I made sure to arrive early and in my Sunday best. I don't usually part my hair, but I'd do anything that would help my image and prevent myself from getting locked up ever again. I came in suit, tie, shoes, hair, the works. I pulled open his office door and what do I see? That bald fat motherfucker just finishing up his 3rd line of coke! He was immediately startled when he heard the door prop open, but once he saw that it was me he sunk back into his chair and a look of euphoria passed across his face. "Johnny" he said. "Just in time. I've been looking for some company."
I sat down on the cold chair and looked in his eyes. This guy was looking right past me even though I couldn't have been more than five feet away from his face. He was fuckin gone. "You're late" he spat at me. This caught me off guard and I immediately checked my watch. I was half an hour early. "No" I replied without trying to lose my cool. "Our meetings are always for 5:00. Its 4:30".
"Listen here you drug dealing piece of shit" he said. "I ain't gonna take no shit from you, a piece of shit. But since I'm feeling so good right now I'll let you slide". I felt like punching him in the face, but I held back. It was no use arguing with someone in his state. I would know, being in the situation so many times myself. "Oh really? Thank you" I conceded. "I really appreciate this HUGE favor you're doing for me". I tried not to sound too sarcastic. "No problem" he said. "Now finish up this line".
I was completely surprised. I don't know what about the situation was the most unbelievable. The fact that my parole officer called me a drug dealing piece of shit while just finishing up a line himself or how he so casually just offered me, a recovering drug enthusiast, to do a line. "No I really shouldn't" I said. "I see I've caught you at a bad time, why don't we finish this up next time". I got up and started making for the door.
"WAIT!" he exclaimed. "You go out that door now and there won't be a next time. Now sit down and do what your daddy tells you". This guy was really getting on my nerves. "What you waitin' for?! SIT DOWN! Sit down or I'll have your ass locked up in Chino for missing a meeting. Your word against mine". I hated to admit it, but I really didn't have a choice. No one would believe me. I sat down and just looked at that beautiful blow. I thought I had it under control, but now more than ever it became more apparent that I hadn't. "Go ahead" he said. "Powder you nose darlin'". I really thought about just walking for the door and talking to the cops, but I guess part of me really just wanted to get high to test myself. To see for a fact if I really had my addiction under control. Or at least thats what I told myself. I moved forward and put my nose to the table when he stopped me.
"No boy" he said. "You don't do it that way. You do it like this". And he stood up to reveal his raging fuckin hard on. This guy must have been getting high for hours. His woody was permanent. He evenly spread out a line on his boner and motioned for me to go at it. He saw I was a bit reluctant and reminded me of what was at stake. He didn't put too much of an argument and I guess I was just too easily convinced. Maybe it was the drug addict in me, but I didn't care what I had to do to get high. I did the line straight off his boner and I think I got some jizz stained pubed stuck up my nostril. I honestly didn't care. I was back to the way I was in a matter of seconds.
I spent the next hour just getting high in his office until I finally went home. I was supposed to report for the graveyard shift, but I honestly didn't give a shit. I passed out in my bed for a good 12 hours until my phone rang. It was my parole officer. I thought he would be inviting me to get high again, but he didn't. He was pissed. "Johnny what the fuck happened to you. You don't show up yesterday, you don't go to work?! You were doing so well too. I don't want you to go back Johnny, but you're forcing my hand here. I want you to take a drug test make sure you're not going back to your old ways. You pass then I'll let you slide this time". It was so fuckin obvious. He got so fuckin high, he didn't remember a thing.
What do I do 4chan? I gotta take the drug test on Monday and I'm definitely not going to pass. I'm not going back to jail and that fuckin cocksucker won't believe a word I say. I don't know where else to turn. I think I might have to make a run for it. What do I do 4chan? What do I do?!?!?!?!??!!?!
I have to meet with my parole officer the first and third Fridays of every month, so I made sure to arrive early and in my Sunday best. I don't usually part my hair, but I'd do anything that would help my image and prevent myself from getting locked up ever again. I came in suit, tie, shoes, hair, the works. I pulled open his office door and what do I see? That bald fat motherfucker just finishing up his 3rd line of coke! He was immediately startled when he heard the door prop open, but once he saw that it was me he sunk back into his chair and a look of euphoria passed across his face. "Johnny" he said. "Just in time. I've been looking for some company."
I sat down on the cold chair and looked in his eyes. This guy was looking right past me even though I couldn't have been more than five feet away from his face. He was fuckin gone. "You're late" he spat at me. This caught me off guard and I immediately checked my watch. I was half an hour early. "No" I replied without trying to lose my cool. "Our meetings are always for 5:00. Its 4:30".
"Listen here you drug dealing piece of shit" he said. "I ain't gonna take no shit from you, a piece of shit. But since I'm feeling so good right now I'll let you slide". I felt like punching him in the face, but I held back. It was no use arguing with someone in his state. I would know, being in the situation so many times myself. "Oh really? Thank you" I conceded. "I really appreciate this HUGE favor you're doing for me". I tried not to sound too sarcastic. "No problem" he said. "Now finish up this line".
I was completely surprised. I don't know what about the situation was the most unbelievable. The fact that my parole officer called me a drug dealing piece of shit while just finishing up a line himself or how he so casually just offered me, a recovering drug enthusiast, to do a line. "No I really shouldn't" I said. "I see I've caught you at a bad time, why don't we finish this up next time". I got up and started making for the door.
"WAIT!" he exclaimed. "You go out that door now and there won't be a next time. Now sit down and do what your daddy tells you". This guy was really getting on my nerves. "What you waitin' for?! SIT DOWN! Sit down or I'll have your ass locked up in Chino for missing a meeting. Your word against mine". I hated to admit it, but I really didn't have a choice. No one would believe me. I sat down and just looked at that beautiful blow. I thought I had it under control, but now more than ever it became more apparent that I hadn't. "Go ahead" he said. "Powder you nose darlin'". I really thought about just walking for the door and talking to the cops, but I guess part of me really just wanted to get high to test myself. To see for a fact if I really had my addiction under control. Or at least thats what I told myself. I moved forward and put my nose to the table when he stopped me.
"No boy" he said. "You don't do it that way. You do it like this". And he stood up to reveal his raging fuckin hard on. This guy must have been getting high for hours. His woody was permanent. He evenly spread out a line on his boner and motioned for me to go at it. He saw I was a bit reluctant and reminded me of what was at stake. He didn't put too much of an argument and I guess I was just too easily convinced. Maybe it was the drug addict in me, but I didn't care what I had to do to get high. I did the line straight off his boner and I think I got some jizz stained pubed stuck up my nostril. I honestly didn't care. I was back to the way I was in a matter of seconds.
I spent the next hour just getting high in his office until I finally went home. I was supposed to report for the graveyard shift, but I honestly didn't give a shit. I passed out in my bed for a good 12 hours until my phone rang. It was my parole officer. I thought he would be inviting me to get high again, but he didn't. He was pissed. "Johnny what the fuck happened to you. You don't show up yesterday, you don't go to work?! You were doing so well too. I don't want you to go back Johnny, but you're forcing my hand here. I want you to take a drug test make sure you're not going back to your old ways. You pass then I'll let you slide this time". It was so fuckin obvious. He got so fuckin high, he didn't remember a thing.
What do I do 4chan? I gotta take the drug test on Monday and I'm definitely not going to pass. I'm not going back to jail and that fuckin cocksucker won't believe a word I say. I don't know where else to turn. I think I might have to make a run for it. What do I do 4chan? What do I do?!?!?!?!??!!?!