May 29, 2011 19:15
Got another person staying in my lounge at the moment, one of my mates thats 10 kg underweight because of a bad drug habit. I been feeding them up and keeping them doped on amitrol and brownie and day-time tv... That way theyre too lazy to go out and find junk to inject in themselves. So far its weaned them down to about a third of what they were using, although running out of money is helping with that too.
What should have happened is that after the cops busted them for possession of utensils, they put them straight into the rehab process and sorted out the charges later. What actually happened is that they gave them a court date to have a hearing on the charges, put the shits up them about how they were a filthy crim and were going to jail, and then let them go home again to wait three months for their hearing.
What usually happens next is that said junkie will be living in a shitty room somewhere because they spend their money on drugs, and in that depressing environment they spend the next three months waiting for their hearing and what theyve been told is likely incarceration. Now when youre awake all day and night you can get yourself into a heap of trouble in three months, not to mention all the time you have to sit in your room alone cutting yourself or whatever while everyone else is at work. You tend to get into the frame of mind that you have nothing to look forward to except a seemingly endless amount of jail time.
Of course they would rather be in rehab, getting it all over with, but apparently there are forms and due process to get through. And of course giving the court the satisfaction of telling them what a troublesome burden they are... Not sure why they bother pressing charges against someone thats too sick to feed themselves, especially when they already know theyre goin to just send them to rehab with a warning anyway.
And theyre still not getting any closer to busting the fool whos importing it, which youd think would be the purpose of the exercise.
My mind, it is boggled.
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