Maybe I Should Tell You About SUBOXONE

Yesterday, my first paragraph would have led you to assume that I am some kind of addict.

And in a way, you would be correct.

Yet, my addiction arose from my legitamate use of pain killers.  I had a spinal disease that for some strange reason, caused my ankles to sear with pain when I walked. So , since I was in construction, and responsible for the competion of million dollar jobs, my doctor prescribed Percocet so that I could get through my 7 hour day.

After about 1 year, the pain in my ankles disappeared.  Financially it made sense to me to cease my use of Percocet.  Yet, two days away from that pill (of which I was taking 8 per day), caused such severe withdrawals, that I began taking the pill just to get relief from the cramping and sweating and chills and blurred vision, and a multidude of horrible biological symptoms which no human should endure.

I know what Michael Jackson, (and a host of other Stars) were going through. But they could afford their addictions, even though in the end it killed them.  I , on the other hand, was going through $1800 per month, buying Perc's off the street, to stave off my withdrawals.

There was no HIGH.  There was just "not feeling like shit".  And only Perc could save my day.

When I finally could no longer afford to buy Percocet, I checked myself into a ReHab Center.  That alone was $750 per day, and I did not have insurance at the time.

It was while I was in ReHab, that I discovered SUBOXONE.  This little 2 milligram orange pill, administered to me every 6 hours, alleviated all of my withdrawal symptoms.

I stayed in ReHab for 3 days, and checked myself out (to save some money), and headed directly to a doctor who was licensed to prescribe SUBOXONE.

Little did I know, how addictive SUBOXONE is.  Even though it only costs me about $300 per month now, I am struggling to wean myself off of SUBOXONE, two years after checking myself out of ReHab.

Just something else to add to the "crap" pile, that has become my life.

Try Being Poor Sometime

Hi everyone,

I have been away for awhile, doing illegal stuff, and dealing with my percocet addiction (which is actually a suboxone addition now), and feeling sorry for myself.  I almost have the "monkey on my back" licked, but I have to really tough it out.

Sometimes, I forget,  that writing about how one's life is going, and how one's life has gone, can be therapeutical.

My topic today, is a topic that I would never have thought to include myself in, because I always figured I would never be poor.

Even though I am not poor in the sense of not having a car, or not wearing clean clothes, or not feeding myself and others........I really do feel poor.

It could be that since my mother and father were living as middle class, I could never feel like I was missing anything.  I believe, that as long as you are clean, and don't have any illness (that money can't cure), and that you can always eat when you are hungry, then, you should never think you are poor.  Am I basically correct with that?

Please answer that with a comment, regarding how you feel about that last statement, even if it is controversial.

Yet, as you live in your designated monetary society, and conduct your daily activities based on what your  "on hand" income will allow you to do, in that particular class....it is usually that class of people, with whom you will associate. Yet, I can say that I am intelligent enough, and clean enough, and know how to dress for the occasion enough, that I can fool most people with whom I come in contact with, of my "actual" financial status.  But , in the long run, it is the poor people of this world with whom I associate.

Would you agree with me that being poor can be, in the majority, linked to the reason of why theft occurs?  That is probably a very easy statistic to verify (given today's poll community).  But, in a non argumentative way, and without bringing in "greed ", would that be a fair assumption?

Before I continue, let me know what your opinion is?

Thanks

Why the F**K Did I Lose $50,000 -Fifty Thousand Dollars ---F**K

I thought that the guy upstairs would have given up by now. But he is still cranking his fucking music. That means that I have to keep up with him, and keep mine cranked up.

I generally like low volume all the time. I'm 55 now, and I guess my rockin' days are over.

But Frank (guy upstairs) must be guzzling a lot of booze since it is the holiday weekend. And now, I have to be the prick, and if he finally shuts his fucking Michael Jackson music off, I have to keep mine cranked, just to show him how it feels when you want to go to sleep,and the fucking music is still playing.

So, self inflicted torture to prove a point, that this drunk upstairs won't get anyway. Damn

My own fault for having to live like a poor man, surrounded by assholes. I deserve this for gambling all my money away.

Did I tell you that I lost $50,000 in 2 months. Who does that if they only make $15,000 per year?  I don't want to talk about it.
Makes me sick. See you tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell you the story tomorrow, of how I got the 50 grand, and then how I gambled all it away in 8 weeks. Fuck

Surround Sound Wars

My neighbor in the upstairs apartment invited me up for a shot of Hennessy White. It burned all the way down.

Its amazing that we are still cordial and friendly with each other. He is always cranking his surround sound system up until it shakes the glasses in my little downstairs apartment.

Now , I couldn't , and shouldn't complain. We must both be in the same financial shape, or we wouldn't be living there.

So , I went on Ebay, and bought myself a surrond sound system. Now when he blasts his, I blast mine. I'm fine with that.

He even asked me once if he was playing his stuff too loud. I told him that the only time he will hear mine, is when I can't hear my own, because of his.  He was fine with that.

That's it for today....Just gonna chill for the rest of the evening.

Can You Sell Ice Cubes to Eskimos ? Use the Direct Approach

I have to admit, there are some slick sales people out there in Internet Land that have me wanting to buy anything they sell if it comes in a nicely packaged website.

And then, my friends, there are some people who want to cut out all the fluff and take the.....mmmm.......let me call it.......The Direct Approach.

While visiting all my fellow bloggers, out there in blogdom, I stumbled across a site that uses...............................The Direct Approach to attain its sales quota.

I'll admit, I was a little jealous at first when I saw her technique.  Yet I realized very quickly after reading her blog there is no way I could, "nut it out" . She is in a fearless league of her own.

If you want to find out what "nut it out" means and who says it, I encourage you to visit a real great Australian girl, who offers a no nonsense product, with a sales technique that will
have you digging into your pockets.

You won't want to miss out on a chance to experience  The Direct Approach.

I told you I was going to introduce you to some of the more intriguing people "in this universe", and you're not going to want to miss a chance to meet...........................

                       
                          Pretty Tarny, as she presents....The Direct Approach

Domestic Violence and Police Don't Mix

A comment was left on my previous post by an extremely content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall .

My reply to that comment will be the subject of my early morning post today.

Cloud, the author of this well documented blog about domestic violence committed by police , got me thinking as to how I display myself when I make posts that bash cops.

I am not racist against police.  Even though that's like saying that cops are a race, all their own.  Which sometimes.....I wonder.

I agree that not all cops are bad. But I also don't believe they are anything close to a hero.

They are paid to respond, and are equipped with a weapon, which makes them the "most capable" individuals to alert in an emergency.

It is the unarmed, plain clothes citizen, who comes to the rescue, armed with nothing but courage and love for his fellow human..........those are heroes.

I believe that, it is not the person, it is the uniform that transforms this trusted profession of "serve and protect", into harrass and pass judgement.

And far too often, as  Behind The Blue Wall exhibits, it hits home.

I say these words as an American citizen with no criminal record, and zero points as a driver, having no agenda.

P.S.........The contributions made by Sting in assisting the victims of Hurricane Katrina........Maybe the Police are heroes.

My Crap is Nothing Compared To This American Disaster

Every day I become more proficient at the inner workings of blogs.

Yet, as my experimentation with finding other interesting blogs progressed, I happened upon a blog that I implore you to seek out and view.

I have it listed to the right in the "Blogs I Follow" section.

It is a blog that reveals and exposes the Domestic Violence That Cops Commit .

In my archives, I had a post that was titled COPS SUCK.  After discovering this informative and content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall, I have not grown any fonder of that profession.

Tell your friends and loved ones to visit Behind The Blue Wall , especially if any of them are suffering domestic abuse from the ones who are employed to protect and serve us.