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lizblackdog Aug. 27th, 2006 10:24 pm)
lizblackdog Aug. 27th, 2006 10:24 pm)Ahhh, fucking wonderful. I suspected something last night when I took the dogs out at midnight and there were two men wanting to come in. I knew they didn't live here. They were polite enough, but they had... that look. It's like the fucking Dark Mark and I felt mine fucking burning.
I knew it for certain this afternoon. I walked down the hallway and there were two KitKat wrappers - the ones which come wrapped in actual tinfoil - and a small piece of crumpled, dusty plastic bag lying on the floor.
Reflexively, to confirm what I already knew, I touched the plastic to the tip of my tongue. I wished I hadn't afterwards... I was spitting in the bramble bushes and scrubbing my tongue on my T-shirt but I couldn't clear the taste away. I got back inside and spit and gargled, spit and gargled, spit and gargled again. It made my lip numb and my stomach churn in pure fear and loathing. I spent five fucking years scrubbing that taste and smell off myself, and now, here in my fucking safe space, one of my fucking neighbours is shitting it on my doorstep. I want them out of here, I want them gone, I want them fucking dead.
Small mercies. The Kitkat wrapper means whoever it is is smoking it and not fixing. That means there won't be dirty needles lying around the place... at least, not for a while. I hope.
Good stuff happened today, for which I am soulshakingly grateful. It helped take the taste away. I can't talk about it in the same entry as this. Two different worlds.
I knew it for certain this afternoon. I walked down the hallway and there were two KitKat wrappers - the ones which come wrapped in actual tinfoil - and a small piece of crumpled, dusty plastic bag lying on the floor.
Reflexively, to confirm what I already knew, I touched the plastic to the tip of my tongue. I wished I hadn't afterwards... I was spitting in the bramble bushes and scrubbing my tongue on my T-shirt but I couldn't clear the taste away. I got back inside and spit and gargled, spit and gargled, spit and gargled again. It made my lip numb and my stomach churn in pure fear and loathing. I spent five fucking years scrubbing that taste and smell off myself, and now, here in my fucking safe space, one of my fucking neighbours is shitting it on my doorstep. I want them out of here, I want them gone, I want them fucking dead.
Small mercies. The Kitkat wrapper means whoever it is is smoking it and not fixing. That means there won't be dirty needles lying around the place... at least, not for a while. I hope.
Good stuff happened today, for which I am soulshakingly grateful. It helped take the taste away. I can't talk about it in the same entry as this. Two different worlds.
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it's easy to say people can do what they like to themselves in their own flats, and I believe that in principle, but I know from experience it always spills over onto the neighbours - from people knocking on doors late at night right through to burglaries, needles in the yard and fucking police raids. ugh ugh ugh.
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And i thought i had a bad day. (Mine only involved people pushing 30 that all of the sudden get that children-marridge-im'm insane look in their eyes.)
*hugs*
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i thought the flat where you live has several former addicts in it? and it's council housing, right? so do they do drug tests as a condition of living there?
argh. i'm so incredibly pissed that people are doing this, and i'm so sorry you had to have that experienience.
*love/hugs*
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I'm not the only former user here, I just don't know which of the others is using now - or even if they are using. Those two guys last night might have just been here to smoke theirs in the stairwell or something. I've seen that before too.
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Liz, I have more kittens, I didn't mean to do it, it just happened...
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I can just see how this can escalate. Not good. When it comes to drugs you know the general rule that what ever people feel they want to do they should be able to in their own homes don't apply! If someone is doing the shit it draws everyone living in that house into it in some way or another... I seriously hope you'll find out who it is so this can come to an end, hard and swift. If I had lived closer I would gladly have lended you Anders to convince them to fuck off.
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if I'm lucky, those two guys were just here to smoke their own stuff in the stairwell or something out of the wind. if I'm lucky they weren't here to buy it off someone in the building.
ugh.