I'VE GOT CHICKEN THIGHS roasting merrily in the oven so I can't be too long. I really must get back. I'm starving. They always come out really nice ~ far nicer than the supermarket's industrial version, which always for some reason has slimy skin with catfood-style jelly clinging to it. Does anyone know why theirs comes out that way? Mine has crackly dry skin you can peel straight off once it's cooked and line a wholemeal pitta bread with. It's always been heavily "marinated" with cooking oil and spices (jerk seasoning, "chicken seasoning" (glorified paprika'd celery salt) and Chinese curry powder in this case) but doesn't look quite as lush as the ones shown. I think maybe someone put bits in their marinade... Do you think so?
I have been trying to cut out using heroin all together. Bear in mind if you're not a regular reader that I DO have a methadone script which should be quite ample. But it just doesn't hold me when I really need it, not without my counterbalancing more of this one day and less of something else the next (which is why I can't see how "supervised consumption" would ever work in the long term for anyone using both. You NEED to be able to adapt how much and exactly when methadone is taken, else it just won't hold you properly. That's what I've found, anyhow.
Anyway I was trotting down the street, as I do when a scruffy old junkie I know said "Yo!". Turned out he had bags of gear to sell. I really wasn't into buying off someone I've not bought off before, though I have known this guy for years. He was a bit scruffy and smelly to have been doing a roaring business in drugs-selling. Surely if things were that good he'd have invested in some shower gell/shampoo etc? Anyhow I got drawn into conversation, asked for his phone number... remarked I wouldn't really want to buy anything without a sampler first, which he didn't want to do. Well I said let's go into a phone box and let me put my nose in the bag. If I can smell the gear I know it's decent. Which I did. And could smell it. And it was decent. I got him to sell me only £5 worth, which most dealers won't do. So tomorrow, a brand new day with methadone galore I hope (against hope, it has to be said, but the intention's firmly there) to launch into life anew without any heroin ever again any more!!
PS: Doesn't that old man look like a homeless version of Anna Karenina author Count Leo Tolstoy~??
It was Christmas eve in a war zone - I just about managed to rise this morning but shining is still a long way off. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I had my usual stress dream last night....
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