tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post5111896835628981219..comments2024-03-09T00:59:50.084-08:00Comments on traceyh415: Anonymous from Atlantatraceyh415http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-74566617292092975602013-09-30T02:34:59.098-07:002013-09-30T02:34:59.098-07:00Ah, Atlanta GA. English Ave and Vine City. Or, in ...Ah, Atlanta GA. English Ave and Vine City. Or, in my case of fortune, my block of choice was Brawley. One quick phone call, 15 minute ride from my hotel, quick 300$ exchange and I'm set for the day and maybe into the next. Those days are over, and just as many have come and gone from the bluff, the dude I used to deal with was shot in the face with a police side arm; no longer breathing on this earth. I was fortunate in the bluff, I had been pulled over for being white but I could always use the excuse that I was lost and from PA. Little 5 points was a little less shitty but that's not where the stuff I wanted was peddled.Lance Snyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02750689139763511280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-72996606421335169942013-09-17T20:07:17.610-07:002013-09-17T20:07:17.610-07:00Absolutely. I understand this perspective very wel...Absolutely. I understand this perspective very welltraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-35671542260724927522013-09-17T18:23:33.227-07:002013-09-17T18:23:33.227-07:00i actually think i prefer your writing Tracey. I w...i actually think i prefer your writing Tracey. I would like to first posit that it might be bullshit that we think we are all sensitive souls-- we dreamers amongst walking dead men-- as if we were the freaking Beat Generation. Although I have always been attracted to art and music, this may just be a bougie justification for our onerous lack of self-control. <br /><br />But it's good to see a perspective so close to my own as a man who is entering adulthood (i guess i'm 23 now... who knew) who is trying to hold it down at work. Sure my relationships have mostly taken a hit, but I've somehow managed to do well at work and when I am in school. <br /><br />Sure I may come into work late because I'm lying in bed hoping my man comes through for me before he goes to work. If he doesn't, well he usually gets out around noon-- surely that's not so bad-- so I stare at my phone forever (Insta, Twitter, Vine) -- and oh its 10:15 now, I should really get to my corporate job. I can shut the door until my man's out of his work then leave on lunch break, have an arm-drink, and be golden "until tomorrow but that's just some other time". But say he works late that day.. you know I'm texting, texting, texting. if it's 2:30 and he's not out yet I usually just go work from home-- which of course means lying in bed, wasting precious time, texting, calling, planning. <br /><br />"Going up" he says "be back in 1 hr" in one of those afternoon hours that you want to kill anyway -- 2:30, 3:30, or God Forbid 4:30 (rush hour ... so you better make it 2 hours OR, as he's wont to do, and this fucking kills me, he decides to wait till after rush hour). Sometimes he asks me to drive, and I am more than happy to oblige because it's well worth it to dictate the ETA instead of waiting around placing ignored calls and texts. <br /><br />When I don't join the man, and there's only a half hour left from the timestamp of his last missive, that's usually when I figure I can hop in my car and at least drive around. That'll kill the half hour. <br /><br />But, as always, the Good Word comes in. That sweet phone call. Always a call and always an equivalence of the greatest memories of my childhood. The feeling is somehow made even sweeter when I'm wasting time on my phone. The screen where I view Instagram profiles turns black and I am greeted with the dude's last name and number. The man is way more screwed than I. He has at least a G a day habit and he always gets good in the morning-- which can make for some late nights. Sometimes we tie up together in his kitchen -- I'm gregarious, and yes oftentimes I get so excited that-- uhh -- my gastrointestinal track shivers. <br />--------<br />two more things: <br /><br />Broke weekend days are some of the most miserable moments. That huge expanse of time between waking up at the crack of sick dawn and when my man wakes up around 11:30, usually delaying the meeting another hour in a best-case scenario. Sometimes he has a commitment, and won't be out until 7pm. <br /><br />I get paid in two-week intervals. It's funny how I feel like I spend exponentially more time in the second week than the first. <br />--------<br />hope this comment is ok. <br />- P AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-59298556386949717212013-09-15T05:38:03.069-07:002013-09-15T05:38:03.069-07:00I used to be a homeless rodeo clown but not any mo...I used to be a homeless rodeo clown but not any more. Now I am a world class magician ! WORLD CLASS ! FUCK FRANK SINATRA ! DIG THAT CUNT UP AND FUCK HIM RIGHT IN HIS STUPID FUCKING SKULL BONES !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-860637166766593442013-09-14T11:45:14.247-07:002013-09-14T11:45:14.247-07:00Prince Charming down. Great juxtaposing image, to...Prince Charming down. Great juxtaposing image, to mirror the post. Thank you to the original author, for allowing Tracey to share your story. Addiction has many faces, some, like yours, more beautiful and deceiving than others. Stay strong <3Jamie Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06304497276820427225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-52799423303514703522013-09-14T05:17:02.073-07:002013-09-14T05:17:02.073-07:00with these dogs i see the moon at noon but no spoo...with these dogs i see the moon at noon but no spoons rodeo clowns all around bip bip phoebe cates is in my cab all they have here is blue skies and cow shit dust i remember that blue carAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-19486349195387500432013-09-12T21:42:58.518-07:002013-09-12T21:42:58.518-07:00Great writing. R/opiates has some cool people. Res...Great writing. R/opiates has some cool people. Respect!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-22807102030905408372013-09-12T09:55:36.264-07:002013-09-12T09:55:36.264-07:00I will pass your comment along to the writerI will pass your comment along to the writertraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-50082853835238553932013-09-12T09:55:05.115-07:002013-09-12T09:55:05.115-07:00You are next for my stories ^^^ I passed your comm...You are next for my stories ^^^ I passed your comment along to the writertraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-63111367523180883402013-09-12T09:54:37.721-07:002013-09-12T09:54:37.721-07:00Damn and I didn't write it :(. Just kidding. I...Damn and I didn't write it :(. Just kidding. I passed your comment along to the writertraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-60996931262747715472013-09-12T09:54:05.084-07:002013-09-12T09:54:05.084-07:00I passed your comment along to the writerI passed your comment along to the writertraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-40825118365606344842013-09-12T09:53:49.707-07:002013-09-12T09:53:49.707-07:00I passed your comment along to the writerI passed your comment along to the writertraceyh415https://www.blogger.com/profile/16828593445682777623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-70576738549559465152013-09-11T23:30:21.074-07:002013-09-11T23:30:21.074-07:00I've come across your post via a retweet on my...I've come across your post via a retweet on my twitter feed by someone who is a heroin addict. Yours is a very impressive description of the addiction. I wish you all the strength and courage it takes to step away from it. Lots of luck from Germany xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-4798700774099420152013-09-11T21:00:12.195-07:002013-09-11T21:00:12.195-07:00Well shit man, you don't write this on our sit...Well shit man, you don't write this on our site haha. Well done, I enjoyed it.HKnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-80078565668656578112013-09-11T18:55:50.256-07:002013-09-11T18:55:50.256-07:00Best thing Ive read in awhile.Best thing Ive read in awhile.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971965211310107060.post-79412884464832986942013-09-11T17:59:59.974-07:002013-09-11T17:59:59.974-07:00Wow.
And best of luck to you.
xo.Wow. <br /><br />And best of luck to you. <br /><br />xo.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643491824062486917noreply@blogger.com