Pokemon was my escapism before I was little and dealt with an abusive alcholic stepfather and a shitty bi polar alcholic real father. I mean I guess I had anime and other video games but I've always played pokemon the most. Then when I got kicked out of my house at 15 I started doing diesel. Eventually my dealer asked me if I wanted to work for him, because of my best friend who used to work for him(was in jail for smoking dust and driving) so of course I replied yes. For a while I was just getting a little extra money here and there. I was living with my grandmother at this point and she was too busy working to know what I was up to. I really wanted to help her out but was afraid she would know what I was up to. Eventually, word spread that I had dope bags for 8$(which is huge, ny is 10$ a bag, 100$ a bundle) and I started to blow up. I was paying my dealer back the same day he would give me the work, and then Id still have to call him to serve some of my custys. I soon thereafter left my grandmothers house, only leaving a note and 5,000 dollars. Then i rented a cheap studio apartment where they wouldnt ask for credit in a suspect neighborhood in queens(flushing). 16 years old and shopping at saks fifth nemean marcus and all the name brand subset stores. I remember one time I went to best buy and told one of the salespeople "bring me all of your most expensive items from each department to the register" and handed him 30 racks. Then I went to the game department to browse for a little bit while all the employees were just starring, whispering about me. I didnt actually find anything good, all I played during this time was valkyria chronicles anyway. Started
doing.my on supply. I used to like a lot of shit like k, acid, angel dust, but when I started dope I dropped all that shit and fell in love. Now I know why my junkbox customers would call me with such alacrity. Heroin became my new eternal escape.
