Post by X factor on Mar 11, 2017 12:20:55 GMT -5
When all god gives you is a heroin addict
When all god gives you is a heroin addict with a soft heart, soft face, and still some what 'redeemable'.
This will be the first of many posts chronicling our encounters, and past ones, which would be about 2, today would make 3.
I'm a male, and so are they, they're tall and slender, so am I, but healthier, in that I do not do drugs, have a job, work, pay bills.
But I do have a big hole in my life, a big emptiness, in other words I'm very lonely, and then one night, while at a 'Red Box' video machine, they approach me.
Ye, ye, I know what most are thinking, that all they wanted was 'money', to then go off and do drugs, but it wasn't like that.
Odd thing is they're needy and so am I, I need company, someone to care, and they, well I guess they need to get 'high' every now and then.
They're homeless, sleep on the streets, but better 'kept' than many in their situation, I suppose.
I was homeless once also, lived in van, but didn't do drugs, I drank, but didn't do drugs, as I was still 'plugged' into society, still had job, and was even taking college courses at the time.
I don't know, for some darn reason I have a soft spot for this individual, do to my own current plight.
I know the dangers of befriending 'druggies', cause their need to get high over comes any value system they once use to have, I know I know that they'll steal, lie, ect, to get 'high'.
But it's in those in between times, that I've gotten to know this person, and they me, to some extent.
And yes, I realize you can never ever ever trust anyone addicted to drugs, ever, for their nature changes whenever they need a 'fix' or 'hit'...
I know that.
And is why I keep them at arms bay, but when together, talking, when they're not in that 'zone', it's amazing for me.
They listen, they relate, their soft, they have a very soft gentle spirit, they're everything I always wanted in a female, accept they're 'male', tall and lanky and haven't crossed over into that physical zombie monster look yet, that the streets and drugs often transform people into.
But I know it's only a matter of time, in that every day on the streets is like 1 week of regular living, the streets and drugs age you faster, much faster.
People who aren't even 30 yet often look as if in their 50's.
I don't know where this is going, I mean after all, they're a drug addict, and I want no part of that world, or the people associated with it, but them, as a person, I do like.
What follows will be interesting, no need if filling first post up with to much info, plenty of time for that later.
In fact, I may go find them here in a sec, then I'll have more to write about tomorrow.
I'm lonely, and of all people, god sends me a homeless heroin addict to occupy my mind and attention.
Not a woman, not some young aspiring artist, but rather a 20 something slender homeless white heroin addict.
I just don't get 'god' anymore, if one even exists.
When all god gives you is a heroin addict with a soft heart, soft face, and still some what 'redeemable'.
This will be the first of many posts chronicling our encounters, and past ones, which would be about 2, today would make 3.
I'm a male, and so are they, they're tall and slender, so am I, but healthier, in that I do not do drugs, have a job, work, pay bills.
But I do have a big hole in my life, a big emptiness, in other words I'm very lonely, and then one night, while at a 'Red Box' video machine, they approach me.
Ye, ye, I know what most are thinking, that all they wanted was 'money', to then go off and do drugs, but it wasn't like that.
Odd thing is they're needy and so am I, I need company, someone to care, and they, well I guess they need to get 'high' every now and then.
They're homeless, sleep on the streets, but better 'kept' than many in their situation, I suppose.
I was homeless once also, lived in van, but didn't do drugs, I drank, but didn't do drugs, as I was still 'plugged' into society, still had job, and was even taking college courses at the time.
I don't know, for some darn reason I have a soft spot for this individual, do to my own current plight.
I know the dangers of befriending 'druggies', cause their need to get high over comes any value system they once use to have, I know I know that they'll steal, lie, ect, to get 'high'.
But it's in those in between times, that I've gotten to know this person, and they me, to some extent.
And yes, I realize you can never ever ever trust anyone addicted to drugs, ever, for their nature changes whenever they need a 'fix' or 'hit'...
I know that.
And is why I keep them at arms bay, but when together, talking, when they're not in that 'zone', it's amazing for me.
They listen, they relate, their soft, they have a very soft gentle spirit, they're everything I always wanted in a female, accept they're 'male', tall and lanky and haven't crossed over into that physical zombie monster look yet, that the streets and drugs often transform people into.
But I know it's only a matter of time, in that every day on the streets is like 1 week of regular living, the streets and drugs age you faster, much faster.
People who aren't even 30 yet often look as if in their 50's.
I don't know where this is going, I mean after all, they're a drug addict, and I want no part of that world, or the people associated with it, but them, as a person, I do like.
What follows will be interesting, no need if filling first post up with to much info, plenty of time for that later.
In fact, I may go find them here in a sec, then I'll have more to write about tomorrow.
I'm lonely, and of all people, god sends me a homeless heroin addict to occupy my mind and attention.
Not a woman, not some young aspiring artist, but rather a 20 something slender homeless white heroin addict.
I just don't get 'god' anymore, if one even exists.
