Funny, I thought the term "Junkies" came from using heroin, which was referred to as "junk"....of course, junkie has branched out to encompass anyone who uses an addictive drug for recreation these days....
In '67 I worked with Hippie Harv the Howlin' Harelip, both of us takin' home just about 60 bucks a week. Ol' Harv developed a 35-dollar-a-day meth habit. If there was no speed available he'd shoot up whatever he could get. Guess how he made up the difference. If'n you say stealin' 'n' dealin' you win a prize. Harv turned me on to a guy sellin' Mexican weed for 40 bucks a half-pound. I'd sell 4 full 1 ounce lids at 10 dollars apiece and end up with a quarter-pound of my own free and clear. Worked out great, what with me leavin' my stash at Harv's place and all, 'til he needed cash and sold my stuff. Then he broke into the office at work and stole the company check book. When you forge checks to yourself and cash 'em at the boss's bank, how can you think you won't get caught? Our paychecks were cut on a Paymaster machine and Harv was tryin' to use handwritten paper. Teller caught it and called the boss. There's a reason they call it dope.
Anon, I believe I read that same story from you, maybe 10 years or so ago. Right here on Kenny's blog. The whole story was familiar, but the part where Harv would sell your stash put the stamp on it.
Damn, does that mean my memory's goin' bad 'cause I forgot about havin' posted this or is the memory good in that I still remember the details? Besides, the lesson's still there to be learned.
Up here in North Maine, things haven't changed. There isn't a dam skrid of scrap metal left on the rock walls between fields where the farmers used to store their old equipment, just in case.......... Junkies have to drive 100 miles south every day (at taxpayer expense) to get their daily dose of Methadone. The freshly minted junkies that still have a little ambition will load up some scrap to deliver to the yard just up the street from the clinic. Fuckers will slither under a car sitting in a driveway and slice the catalytic convertor off the exhaust, and on some of the older vehicles, they'll yank the radiator for the copper.
Wife and I have been watching old episodes of "Adam 12." Nothings changed in 50 years.
ReplyDeleteDruggies with MERSA. Druggies using meth, heroin, just about anything they can smoke or inject or swallow.
About the only difference today is we have NARCAN.
I noticed the same thing.
DeleteMust have been BERFORE welfare.
ReplyDeleteFunny, I thought the term "Junkies" came from using heroin, which was referred to as "junk"....of course, junkie has branched out to encompass anyone who uses an addictive drug for recreation these days....
ReplyDeleteIn '67 I worked with Hippie Harv the Howlin' Harelip, both of us takin' home just about 60 bucks a week. Ol' Harv developed a 35-dollar-a-day meth habit. If there was no speed available he'd shoot up whatever he could get. Guess how he made up the difference. If'n you say stealin' 'n' dealin' you win a prize.
DeleteHarv turned me on to a guy sellin' Mexican weed for 40 bucks a half-pound. I'd sell 4 full 1 ounce lids at 10 dollars apiece and end up with a quarter-pound of my own free and clear. Worked out great, what with me leavin' my stash at
Harv's place and all, 'til he needed cash and sold my stuff.
Then he broke into the office at work and stole the company check book. When you forge checks to yourself and cash 'em at the boss's bank, how can you think you won't get caught? Our paychecks were cut on a Paymaster machine and Harv was tryin' to use handwritten paper. Teller caught it and called the boss.
There's a reason they call it dope.
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Anon, I believe I read that same story from you, maybe 10 years or so ago. Right here on Kenny's blog. The whole story was familiar, but the part where Harv would sell your stash put the stamp on it.
DeleteDamn, does that mean my memory's goin' bad 'cause I forgot about havin' posted this or is the memory good in that I still remember the details?
DeleteBesides, the lesson's still there to be learned.
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Up here in North Maine, things haven't changed.
ReplyDeleteThere isn't a dam skrid of scrap metal left on the rock walls between fields where the farmers used to store their old equipment, just in case..........
Junkies have to drive 100 miles south every day (at taxpayer expense) to get their daily dose of Methadone.
The freshly minted junkies that still have a little ambition will load up some scrap to deliver to the yard just up the street from the clinic.
Fuckers will slither under a car sitting in a driveway and slice the catalytic convertor off the exhaust, and on some of the older vehicles, they'll yank the radiator for the copper.