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.
The departure from a sense of insupportable loneliness and the dread of some strange impending doom that real life sobriety brings.
7/05/2012
Nampa: An Introduction
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.
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This isn't for real right?
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ReplyDeleteI love the message you're bringing, keep up the good work, and post more.
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