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Nampa: Revealed

NAMPA: REVEALED 

I'm sure you all were astounded at the claims made. These events have plagued my conscious far to long, i feel that is now time to dig deep within our town to expose the secrets and lies we have webbed ourselves into.  Nampa in fact is a spiderweb, the closer to the center of the web... the closer you are to death, those that lay in the out skirts of the web have a better chance of escape, and a prolonged life, the spider that Nampa has become may never find you if you stay far away. 

There are so many places i can start; almost so many that i am overwhelmed with the foulness of my thoughts.Should i start from the beginning? The end? I cannot help but stop and think that the stories continue, everyday something new is added to the tales, so how could i ever begin from the end? It's not that easy. The end has no ending. With these thoughts, i have come to an ultimatum. I will first post a collection of stories, ones that will reveal the most disturbing things i have witnessed, been involved with, been around, or heard about. I'll post in chronological order, and eventually i will get to whats currently happening behind the tightly locked doors of Nampa.

I remember the first time I shot up. I suppose we all do. It was dirty, so dirty. Tiny room, in a very tiny unkempt house, i never even questioned the sanitary factory that i should have. I was told the needle was clean, never questioning the morals of the person wielding the bliss stick. I was terrified, but i would never let my peers see my weakness. No men don't show weakness.I watched, very interested as the concoction was mixed up. I had my choice Oc 30 or Coke, i chose the Oc. My pill was powdered on a slightly wiped down glass desk, a desk that look well used for drugs. The pill dissolved, turning the liquid in the spoon a gray/whitish color. However scared i was, i was more interested. As i tightened the shoelace around the crook of my elbow, my perfectly fresh, undamaged veins protruded. The flag was easy, instant, i didn't even feel the needle pierce my skin. What came next though I felt, i felt the rush from every pore in my entire body, my eyes rolled back, my hair raised up, goosebumps came up like blades of grass; i hoped that moment of eternal bliss would never end. I felt good, so good in fact that i no longer cared. A friend proceeded to get his shot, i supposedly had the last clean needle and i witnessed my needled being strained with water and told it was clean after you did that. I knew it was wrong, was my "clean needle" actually disgustingly dirty? I should have cared, i should have rushed to the hospital, i should have stopped him from continuing to shoot up people with the same needle, i should have stopped this act, but fact is; I no longer cared. One of the guys took his, and then another, it looked like way to much, he dropped and remained unresponsive, i felt it was so wrong to leave him there, but no one else gave him a second look. What if he died? Their answer? No you wouldn't die, everyone always regained consciousness after time. I kept looking at him, wondering how he could live, barely breathing, eyes white; as the pupils had rolled completely to the back of his head. This was so disgusting, so immoral, so wrong, but no one cared. Nampa would kill me. No doubt in my mind, the addicts to the needle would die with the needle. They're still addicted. I hoped i wouldn't be the same. It has only gotten worse... for everyone.

Nampa: An Introduction

WELCOME TO NAMPA

 Nampa Idaho, Population: 85,000. I wouldn't go as far as saying that we have created a disease, but Nampa has inevitably become our plague. You must truly comprehend this to fully understand, Nampa has a hidden life of its own, a secret society, an underground, a dark life kept well beneath the surface of authentic living. Once you're in her delicate grasp, madness consumes you, pandemonium strikes, you can no longer claw your way out. The things you see in the movies? Drugs, rivalry, sex, danger; no, that isn't real. This shit is. 


 I have fortunately managed to retain some of my sanity (personally i don't know how.) Even luckier still, i am one of the few who have personal insight to the hidden realms of Nampa and is still capable of speaking about it. I was consumed just like the rest of us, drugs became my entire fucking life. The party scene as we call it- minus a few here or there, has remained virtually the same group. This has been the group for over a year. It started off as all fun and games. I'll tell you now, give us some weed and alcohol and we were content. Ecstasy unfathomably became the start of our spiral into the darkness. We loved it, every day we'd roll till we dropped. We stayed up for days. Enjoying the music, the dark and each other. We no longer served alcohol at parties. Fuck that, it was boring. We hosted raves instead. Drugs seeped into Nampa after the profit factor was realized. We had Grey Glock's, Red Homer's, Green and Blue Saint's, Yellow Mickey's, Green Dragon's, Sassafras, White Diamond's, White Lightening's, we had a steady cash, and we got steady shipments. Literally every person in the "Nampa Party Scene" was fucked up for days on end. We went hard, but even that got old eventually. Summer had already passed by this time, it was deep into fall. This is about when prescription/harder drugs became the new thing. I remember my first Oxy, god I fell in love. Cocaine was a love for many too. Everyone was addicted. Not to any drug in particular.... but to the act of getting fucked up. We all wanted that altered state of mind. Oxy, Norco, Percs, Opanas, Morphine, it was always available. We never had to go without. This is when people started to turn. Many of my friends were suddenly "drug dealers." People started getting robbed left and right- kidnapping, threats with guns, brutal fights. It got bad. Even worse than that, people learned how to slam. Intravenous injections slowly got people. For the most part everyone was too scared of needles. It did however, get to the very people who should have never felt how good a needle feels; they would never be the same. I held off from trying it for a long while, but pressure and curiosity got the best of me. The rush from any drug after the shot from that needle was nothing short of pure euphoria. Needles spread like wild fire, and around that same time meth did as well. Meth. Finally, the favorite. Meth- the biggest filthiest fucking secret you had to keep. Trust me with this slut, you learned quick how little you'd need, at such a small price. Other drugs just weren't as appealing anymore. Meth was that very bitch you should never stick your dick into. That whore that'd never let you go. Meth, the entire purpose for my blog, this site, all the pointless prior information. Meth. With meth comes secrets, dangers, hatred, falling outs, and surprisingly friendships. Let us not forget though- insane drug dealers, people missing, people exposed, robberies, ancient rivalries between arch enemies, drama, drama, drama, drama, overdoses, playing doctor, cops, batteries, rehab, crew battles, friends getting jumped, and then retaliations. Imagine, a gun. A fucking loaded gun, pointed between your eyes for a bag of pills or a sack of shit. Yeah, that fake ass shit you see in the movies? Nope, that isn't real; but this black fucking hole i live in, hahahahaha, this shit is for real. Even better than that? Its always been right beneath your fucking noses. So yes, welcome to Nampa. My Nampa, where the moral values of the people are just as shitty as the air we breath in this shithole of a city.