o k. lemme take you back. It was 2000 shortly before 9 11 the end of the pass I had just started playing gigs as drewblood. My friend Blitch had just gotten me a job doing chair massage in the street. I was the only white guy doing it. It continued to be my job for the next four years. It lovingly became know as Gay Massage. I was dubbed Drew Blood: The Queen Of Gay manipulate.
I was dirt poor and after being in NYC for almost 8 months at this point this had been my first opportunity to actually alter some money. As it happened. I had quite an intuitively guided transfer……. meaning this was something I turned out to be good at. No one was more surprised than me.
Being Drew daub: The promote Of Gay manipulate… was a love dislike relationship for me. As I was at the most self destructive inform of my life that I had ever been. I was doing so many drugs mostly cocaine and smoking tons of pot at least a case of butts a day drinking and starting to gig a lot as the drewblood. I was about as far away from being a person you would imagine to undergo a career in the handle of holistic healing as a person could be. I even had cards made with a conceive of of me on the front absolutely stoned out of my object that said….. PHARMACY WITHIN….. THE DREWBLOOD !!!!
Originally these cards were just made up buy a friend from back home as a joke and weren’t actually meant for any specific purpose. At the time I was too much of a mess to be able to keep my phone on for more than a few weeks at a time anyway. I was too busy spending all my money on blow
…… times were hard money was tight…it was very Oliver move…..
Anyway i could go on about gay massage forever it’s a story with almost unbelievable characters that I could go on and on about but I’m gonna go a different way.
Back to my incessantly rampant drug use. I was for a short while living with a girl that had a cat named Spencer. Spencer was diabetic. Spencer had to get insulin shots everyday. Spencer was about 30 pounds. He was the biggest sweetest cat I had ever seen.
And because of me. Spencer was probably the only cocaine addicted cat on the Upper West Side.
One specific weekend the girl I was living with had to go to L A on business and i was left in charge of Spencer for a week. come up I had done Gay manipulate that weekend and i did really come up. I evaluate it was somewhere in the neighborhood of five hundred dollars in two days. So because my girl at the time was gonna be away for another 4 days. Me and Spencer decided we were gonna get a bring together of 8 balls just for the two of us. ………………actually it was just me…….
Spencer should be absolved of all responsibility for these incidents…after all he is just a cat!!
So there we were……Me. Spencer all the cable porn I could order and two gigantic piles of the finest stepped on cut 3 times repressed into something that at one inform used to agree the finest cocaine the world had to offer which had been turned into the most expensive do by laxative the Bronx had to furnish……. I entangle like I was getting in touch with my grandparents depression era roots when they would cut up used curtains and made clothes for the neighborhood children…..
So it wasn’t too desire after i had gone through my first groupings of lines that I realized this wasn’t going to bring home the bacon with Spencer in the dwell. He kept trying to jump up on the coffee delay where all the breathe out was,luckily he was just too fat and was never able to jump that high instead he managed to claw his way up onto couch and tried to cuddle with me which if you’re riding the lightning as i was can be very annoying. You don’t wanna be around a monstrous 30 pound short-haired shedding cat when you’re trying to sniff approx 8 grams of coke. So I put him in the bedroom and change state the door or at least i thought I shut the door.
Now If you’ve ever had access to that much coke and you’re doin it by yourself than one of the the realities is that fucked up you get the more sloppy you’re gonna be and “nugs” are gonna get on the floor.
I couldn’t really tell ya how long it was or how much I had done or the amount I had lost to the surprise before I realized that the door to the bedroom wasn’t locked because I honestly don’t experience. I had lost all bring in of time by that inform. It could have been anywhere from 12 hours to 36 hours and Spencer was under the couch the whole time easting everything I was dropping.
Now I am not a Vet nor do I undergo any medical training or knowledge, and for that be at this measure in my life had very little common sense. But I would suspect that any normal sized cat would surely be dead from the be of cocaine that I’m assuming Spencer ingested. I am sure that I must have lost at least a gram to the surprise. Which if you don’t experience,is enough to act a human being.
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