Insanity - Part Three
When we left off, I was getting up every morning and driving a few exits down the road to Johnny's house. I was no longer going to meetings, talking to friends, answering phone calls or making plans with anyone. My whole goal in life was to get enough heroin to last me through the day so that I could stay high 24/7. Somehow, and don't ask me how, I managed to get a job at the Hard Rock during this time. They don't drug test at the Hard Rock. It's against their corporate policy. They like people to be individuals or something like that so I guess they don't mind if you are getting high in your free time. I doubt that they want you doing it at work, but when did that ever stop me??
After a few months of ALWAYS going throug Johnny and not having my own dealer, I finally had a breakthrough. A friend of Johnny's came over to the house and as usual, we were waiting for the dealer to show up and he was taking forever. I was late getting there and Johnny had already scored his stuff earlier in the day, so he wasn't very worried about it. His friend had his own dealer and this guy not only sold heroin, but coke too. So, he said if I gave him a ride, we could go meet this new guy.
We met the guy, and of course he wouldn't introduce me to the guy, but I had a plan. Once he got high, he totally started nodding out and he was practically incoherent. I couldn't even wake him up long enough for him to tell me where to drop him off. So, I went through his phone and got the new dealer's number. I called him and talked to him. He said he was willing to sell to me, so now I finally had my own guy. The best thing was that he sold $10 and $20 balloons. No longer did I have to come up with $50 everyday AND he sold cocaine which was my first love.
I basically never talked to Johnny again. I think I had to call him once because my guy wasn't answering and I had to go through his guy, but that was it.
So, now, instead of getting up and hanging out at Johnny's all day, I would get up and call "The Mexican" every morning. He told me where to go and usually he was quite efficient. There were days that I sit in the Pep Boys parking lot for more than an hour, but hey, that's the price you pay when you are addicted to heroin and don't want to be sick.
On days that I worked at the hard rock in the morning, I either called him at 7 a.m. when he opened and he met me before work, or I hopefully saved enough from the day before so that I could work in the morning and then call him after work.
Working at night was better because I was able to sleep in a little bit and then call him and meet him before I had to be to work at 4 p.m.
And, heaven forbid he wasn't open one day or every once in a while one of his runners would get busted and then half of the Las Vegas/Henderson area was without dope for the day. It wasn't pretty.
Basically, I lived to use and used to live. My whole life was working to pay for my habit, finding the dope, getting the dope and using the dope. I had no friends this past year, I had no life and I really didn't care.
And then I got a phone call...