It was a Thursday afternoon when Krist came over and we went to meet Tate. He got his methadone script filled; of course he wouldn’t sell any of his methadone to us. He joked that he’d let them go for 10 a piece. He made us stop at some hick junk shop before we went back to drop him off at his house. We got some Ritalin off of him and dropped him off at an auction near his house. Some old lady had died and me and Krist couldn’t figure out what the fuck he’d want to buy there. “Bladder pen! I hear $3 bucks do I hear four!” They even had a food trailer and a computer signup trailer for registration to the auction. Krist and I left. “Vultures, scavengers!,” I said.
We took a country drive and snorted the Ritalin. We came upon a huge Christian camp and we drove around it’s dirt roads and stumbled upon a gas tank. It had some gas leftover from last year. Free gas is great. After leaving the camp we drove past these kids who were standing on the road outside of a small town in the middle of nowhere. Krist drove backwards at 40mph down the hill and pulled up to the kids who were running out of the way.
Krist asked, “Are there any abandoned houses around here?”
“Yeah about six miles down this road, there’s a lot of S curves,” one of the kids said.
“Want some beer or ether?”
“No, no, we’re dry.”
“Me too,” Krist said.
“Thanks for the information,” I yelled.
We drove down the road for about a mile and it came to a T. “Those son of a bitches were lying to us! Let’s go back!” We turned around going about 80 and as the car came into the kids’ sight all of them ran deep into the field scared for their lives. Scurrying and sprinting, scared like rats. We stopped and asked where to turn at the T in the road. One of them ran up and it looked like they were trying to see our license plate so we sped off.
We drove by this huge building with 2 other smaller buildings and some type of sewage treatment place behind it. The place was old, probably built in the 1800s. At one time it was a mental hospital. There was a sign by the road saying it was for sale. Krist and I grabbed our little tablets and decided to check the place out. We figured we’d say we were freelance journalists, which technically is true, working on a story about the place. There was a motion sensor that turned lights on in the hall and on the porch. There was a sign on the door that said, “Come on in!” So we took the sign’s advice and walked right in.
There was an office with lights on but no one in it. The building was for the most part vacant. There were a few things left behind and I guess they were selling most of it. We walked around for a bit and went downstairs into what used to be a kitchen. There were fire extinguishers everywhere so we started spraying them and it filled the whole downstairs with a fog. We had some trouble getting out, it was like being in a fire. As we walked upstairs I made sure to shut the door, because the fog had started to seep up the stairs once we opened the doors. As we walked up the stairs we laughed a whole lot, we hadn’t done stuff like this since high school. On the second and third floors there was a series of small rooms that looked like apartments. We went into one that was totally vacant. Krist felt that the floor was going to collapse, but I thought it was just the carpeting. We went into another room that was a nice apartment and it looked as if someone was moving out. There were suitcases that were half filled with things. At first we thought someone had moved out and left all of their crap behind. I grabbed one of the suitcases and was about to put a record player I found in it, when it hit me, this wasn’t abandoned, someone really was moving out. We got the hell out of there and drove back later that night. The light in the office was off and two cars that were parked in the lot weren’t there. It seems there were people there while we were in the building. It was one of the strangest things we had done in a long time.
One night Heather came over trying to find a ride so she could score some dope. I couldn’t find her a ride but I got her 3 methadone. Once that kicked in she said she wasn’t sick anymore. “Since I can’t get high I wanna get drunk.” So we walked to the closest beer distributor and bought a case of some locally made beer. We stopped in a secluded place for a couple beers. On the way back we ran into some friends. They asked for some beer so we gave them each one and they hooked us up with the rest of a joint they were smoking. I couldn’t hit it worth shit so Heather put it out and we saved it to smoke in my pipe when we got back to my place. I showed her this swamp that was on our way and we stopped there to drink another beer. Just a few blocks from my house some douchebag was riding his bike on the sidewalk. He was headed straight for me, must have thought I was going to get out of his way but I had no intention of doing so. The dumb fuck ran into me and knocked the case of beer and me over. I heard the shatter of a beer bottle. I stood up and said, “What the fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you! You dumb motherfucker!” He got up and he had an attitude. He was white but talked like he wanted to be black. He was getting up in my face so I pulled the mace out.
“I should fucking mace you, you fucking cunt.” He changed his attitude fast.
“Look I’m sorry, it’s dark out and my bike has no brakes.”
“You’re going to give me money, if you broke all of the beer, you dumb son of a bitch.”
“I don’t have no money.”
“Then you’re going to give us your bike.”
Heather said, “Look you’re not leaving until you apologize and help pick up the beer and if you did break most of it you’re going to give us some money.”
He apologized and picked the beer up. Turns out only one bottle broke. “I’m sorry I was in a hurry I have to get back home to my kid. “How old are you,” Heather asked. “18.” I would have used the mace on him if there weren’t witnesses and if we weren’t carrying beer on a shortcut on school property. “Look I didn’t mean to flip out on you, but you did run in to me and I thought you broke our whole case.” “Sorry.” He got back on his bike and started to pedal off. “Wear a rubber,” Heather said to him. I laughed and we headed back home.
We got back to my place and started drinking. “I have some bourbon if you want some.” She founded a bag and scrapped it, shooting up nothing it seemed. Krist came over and we hung out for a bit. We finished most of the case. She left me 4 beers and took the rest that were in the frige. Krist dropped her off so she could go get dope. Too bad she probably had to blow the guy to get it, or at least that’s what it sounded like the guy wanted when she was talking to him on her cell phone.
I tried a new generic brand of methadone that Mallinckrodt makes. They’re white 10mg rectangular tablets. On one side a boxed M and on the other side 57, scored, then 71. They seemed fine. Mallinckrodt also makes methadose but I’ve heard a lot of people say methadose sucks. Addicts and pain patients alike swear by other brands but usually never methadose. I know that they should be the same and by law have to be the same but a lot of people swear that methadose isn’t as strong. Maybe they don’t kick in as fast because of the fillers. It’s probably just the placebo effect. The thing I don’t understand is why does Mallinckrodt make 2 different 10mg methadone tablets?
