Sour Diesel?

First off let me say a BIG thank you for those that said a prayer 
or kept me in your thoughts 
with whats been going on at my moms house.
The workers came over at about 8:30am today and they came with the big ass machines and drilled 4 big holes in my street, sidewalk, and garden. After replacing the pipe they got done at around 4:oopm. It was a big ass job and they did it well. We had the best of the best doing it and I am happy with what they have done.
Gypsy had alot of running around to do today. She had to go to the dry cleaners to drop off some things because were going to a Party that her company is throwing for X-mas. Then she had to go to the dentist and then to work at 3:oopm.  On her way to the cleaners she ran into this grimy fuck named Pepp. Pepp is a walking pharmacy, he sells Xanax, catapress, weed, dope, and crack. Gypsy wanted to get some weed for herself and asked what he had. He said he had dimes of "sour diesel", whatever the fuck that is, and showed them to her. Now if its one thing my wife knows its her fucking weed. This dude is trying to sell nickels off as dimes when there smaller then mice shit. So my wife told him either you give me 2 for 10 or I'm not giving you shit plain and simple! So he went on complaining how he would be short if he did but he gave it to her. Then he went on and on about how he pays $4,000 per pound of weed and where he lives and all this and that.
Now Gypsy told me all this over the phone so when I saw Pepp his first words to me were "Did you see your wife today". "No not yet" I said.
"do you know where shes at". "She should be on her way to work by now"
He came out with some bullshit that he gave my wife a short for 5bucks and he needs it.
I said "my wife told me that she TOLD you that she was only going to give to 10 if you gave her 2 of those small as nickels you got"! His face went white!
"No....ummmm....I meant that by giving her the bag I'm going to be short and if you could maybe front me the 3.....5bucks till I see you next"
I told him your dealing all that shit and you aint got 5bucks to put in from another fucking product? WTF kinda lame shit is that?!
"Na.........ummmmmm.....its that the....urrr...umm..weed is $6,ooo per pound and"
I stopped him in mid-sentence
"I thought it was $4,ooo per pound"
He was now whiter than me! This fucking ASSHOLE!
he didn't know what to say after that. He THOUGHT in his lil pea head that me and wife because we hadn't seen each other yet that we hadn't spoken and I was going to believe that he gave her a short and give him the rest of the money.
Now let me point out all the things he did wrong
He THOUGHT he could get over on me when that rarely happens if ever.
He THOUGHT me and my wife didn't talk to each other.
He THOUGHT I was going to simply take his word that my wife owed him money.
He doesn't know that my wife doesn't borrow anything from anyone and neither do I. I would rather do without then ask one of these fucks for anything, and frankly were not that bad off to really want for anything.

I mean me and Gypsy try our best not get get into the mix of this shit and all the BS that comes with being on a program.
If we do hang out we stay by ourselves and maybe 1 or 2 other people and mind our own. No matter what you do these muthafuckas are so miserable that they will say or do anything to bring you down with them.
I hate when anyone thinks that they can get over on me and love it when I prove them fucking wrong.
Why because I'm white, because I'm a female or because I'm not over fucking 40?? Don't let any of that fool you, I have been in this game too dam long and seen alot and been threw alot to let a scum like this nigga Pepp get over on me or my fucking wife.

Broken Pipe, Broken Down

First off I'm sorry for not posting more but once you read what the fuck is going with me then I only hope you can understand as to why.
Right now theres some major shit going on in my moms house. A main water main pipe busted and is now leaking in our basement as well as our neighbors basement as well. We had someone say it might be a city pipe and they need to do the repairs and they are responsible for it but they came and looked and they are not my mother is. Now she is having a whole crew come tomorrow, they are going to have a big machine because the street needs to be ripped up and as well as some of our sidewalk to replace the broken pipe. This is a $7,500 job but my mother because of who she knows got them to knock it down to $4,000.
We thought that we were covered under our home-owners insurance not to pay for the clean up and all the water damage that has happened because of it but guess what, yea you guessed right were not fucking covered.
Now my mother is a 63 years old women with diabetes and shes just a fucking train wreck right now. My brother is being a scumbag as always and she called him to tell him that were not covered and can he please help with the clean up and his response was that he didn't have time and he wanted to spend more time with his family. Isn't your mother your family you might ask? No I guess not, he considers his wife and 2 children his family till he needs a fucking favor right?
My mother also told him that her sugar was at 203 the highest it has ever been and his response was "I don't give a fuck", of course that made my mother feel fucking worse and I'm trying to calm her down and let her know that no matter fucking what I will make sure that this gets taken care of and if I have to go and pump the water out and clean the fucking basement myself then so be it.
Just alot of fucking BULLSHIT going on right now and I feel so bad for my mom, shes just so nervous no matter what I tell her to try to calm her nerves.
So please people whatever higher power you have, if you do please say a lil prayer for me that everything gets taken care of and everything gets done and nothing else goes fucking wrong like this, at least till after the new year.

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Laundry Night

Just alot of everything going on lately in my life. The holidays are coming and I am so not ready for them. I don't even want them to come tell you the truth.
I have to shop only for a few people. My mom, my wife, and my 2 nephews that's about it. I want to surprise Gypsy with everything she wants for X-mas. I want to get her gifts that when she sees them she will just melt. She always gives me hints as to what she likes an wants so shes easy to buy for. My mom is always hard to shop for. She never tells me what she likes and she always says  "don't buy me anything, I'm too
old for that"
Now you know good and well that if I don't get her anything she will hold it against me for years to come!
Right now I'm doing laundry down the block and ran home to feed my animal children. Bandit is running around nuts as always and Harley is right behind him barking and trying to play with him.
Other than that nothing big or really interesting has been going on. I hope everyone is doing well and all that good shit.
Peace!

*TAGGED*

I HAVE BEEN TAGGED!

* Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
* Post these rules on your blog.
* List seven random and/or weird facts you have learned in recovery. (This is where I’m changing it to seven things I’m grateful to have learned in recovery.)
* Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
* Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog

The Inmates Wife is the one that tagged me.

Im not really in recovery so I'm just going to list 7 things that I'm most grateful for.

1. My wife and family. Without them I dont know where I would be. My mother has stood by me in trying times and done nothing but support me. My wife Gypsy has been with me for almost 4years and we have been threw thick and thin. i love her with all my heart and would do anything for her.

2. My animals. I love them as if they were my children. I treat my own like that as well as all others I come in contact with. I love being able to help them and be the there voice when no one else stands up for them!

3. My freedom. Alot of my friends and some family is locked away in a cage and not able 
to do the simple things that most people take advantage of. Being able to go outside and sit in the sun whenever you choose. Being able to pick up the phone and call someone you love when you want. Simple things like these are things that people in prison do not have the luxery of being able to do whenever they please.

4. My friends. I dont have many that I consider close friends but the ones that I do are
very near and dear to me. They have shown me thoughout the years that they have my back
and will be there for me no matter what. I also show them the same. If I am your friend I am there till the end. I give everyone one chance, as soon as you fuck me over once then you will never ever have me as 
a friend again.

5. I'm grateful to be able to take myself as I am flaws and all. I know Im not perfect and no one
is. I except who I am and love myself no matter what. If someone doesnt like me for whatever reason thats there 
problem not mine. I dont go around trying to please people and if you cant take me for who I am
then I wouldnt consider you a real friend anyway.

6. My online family. These are people that I havent even met face to face and already consider them to be some of my closest friends. I can only hope to meet all of them someday. I have met only a few of the people I have spoken to online and wish to meet them all. I find it amazing how much I trust and love someone who I have never met face to face.

7. Hmmmm honestly I dont know what else I'm grateful for. So there it is my people. 
Now I have to tag 7 people? Shit.
Ok Im going to tag:

Peppa ~ Babs ~ Behind Pinned Eyes ~ Victoria ~ Michelle ~ Mother To An Addict ~

Tagged & Turkey

Yes I have been tagged! I am feeling the love!
I don't have much time right now and wanted to take my time with it so I'm going to do it either later or tomorrow.
I just wanted to wish everyone out there a Happy Turkey Day and hope you enjoy your holiday!
Me and my wife are going to have a great day and I cant wait for the food and the good time were going to spend together.

E cards anyone?

Did she? Would she?

I was 16 and Melissa was 15. We used to go cop in the projects, and then go up to the roof to get off. It was quiet, and most of the time we didn't have to worry about anyone bothering us. We had been doing it so long that the housing people who cleaned the buildings knew us and became very friendly with us. We never left is dirty, well more dirty then it was to begin with, and we weren't hurting anyone else but ourselves.
I was breaking night and hardly ever home. Melissa was running the streets just as hard
as me and thought it was fucking cool to be doing it. We got our get well money, got off, went out made more money, and tried to get as fucked up as we could.
It was only around 6pm already we came off with money so that we should be good all the way into the next day. We 
copped, got some loose cigs, some munchies, and a quarter water. We got up to the roof, and divided the dope. I glanced over at Melissa and saw that she was putting alot in the cooker. I gave her a look, and told her at the same time to chill and take it easy.

Next thing I know this bitch stops fucking breathing!
I grabbed her, slapped her face and still nothing.
I scooped up all the empty dope bags, and the works and anything that was left from what we
were doing.
I grabbed Melissa, threw her over my shoulder, and ran down 4 flights of stairs.
Melissa at the time was about 5-8 and 120 pounds. She was taller then me and don't ask how I got the strength to carry her down!
I get outside and put her on one of the benches. There are a few people outside, not many.
I ran to the phone and called 911 and just non sense came out of me. I was trying to tell them the address and her info and everything all at the same time.
The dealers were outside when I first came down but as soon as the cops and ambo came they all scattered.
The ambo people started doing all this shit to her and asking me all these fucking questions. I told them the truth, I didn't want her to die and not like that. That's not for ANYONE!
They took her away and I gave them her mothers info to inform her what had just happened.
Of course it was all my fault and if it wasn't for me she wouldn't even be doing these things.
Meanwhile her mother and father were and still were junkies. Melissa started selling her ass and adapted to the life real quick and real easy. Melissa was a lier at any little thing. She was and from I hear still is a pathological lier. By the time of 17-19 she contracted HIV.
Its been sometime since I have seen Melissa and I wish her well. We were running buddies for quite awhile and had some really good times.

Did she mean to try to kill herself that night? Does anyone who puts a little more in the cooker looking for a "nice head"?
Would she have done the same thing for me if it happened to me and not her?
Would she have died if I wasnt there to help her?

Are You?

Sorry I haven't been updating on the regular but alot has been going on plus me and Gypsy have been sick with this fucking flu/cold that seems to be staying with us for the longest already!

Real quick, update on Lucky.
Lucky is doing great! She didn't need any surgery on her legs all she needed was some medication because it seems she has arthritis. Shes living a great life and we saved her. They were going to kill her in 3hours if we had not taken her in.
Oh how I wish I can save them all!

Other than that its been pretty much the same shit. Gypsy is out doing some food shopping for the house with a good friend of hers. I cleaned the fridge, closet , and the apartment so when she does come home I will put everything away and the house is nice and clean. To me theres nothing better than coming home to a clean house right guys? Well money is always nice but I think you know what I mean.
Bandit seems to amaze me day after day. Gypsy let this guy who she has known for 30years sleep in the extra bedroom because he is homeless. I thought that when he came in Bandit was going to bite and nip at him because when he met him outside he did just that, but once he (Lets refer to him as B for now on) came inside the apartment Bandit was nothing but a welcoming house guest! Gypsy and I gave B offered some of the Spanish food that we had ordered but he said that he didn't want to eat and really wasn't hungry. We sat around for a lil bit,
bullshitting and just kicking it and then went to bed. Gypsy had an appointment that morning and had to be out of the house early so she was gone already when I got up. I did my normal morning thing, smoke a cig, 
watch the news & Ellen, shower, and get dressed. I woke B up and told him that he can take a shower and whatever he needed. I also offered a clean pair of socks, and boxers for him but he said he had his own. B didn't shower he took a bird bath and barley combed his hair. 
Here's a lil history on B. B is a smart dude with alot of talent. He used to work on the show Law & Order from its very 1st season all the way until the 
8th or 9th season I believe, and has worked on many movies and tv series
over the years. He can walk onto any TV or movie set in NY and get in. He just finished working on American Gangster, and I am Legend and yes hes fucking homeless because he chooses to be and he is also a heroin, and benzo junkie.
So after I saw he didn't really feel like taking the opportunity to shower, shave or whatever I asked if he was ready and he was so after walking Bandit and Harley, I locked up and left for the day.
Last night he called and Gypsy let him stay again, I don't know if she will keep doing this for him. I think its going to rain tonight and its getting colder and colder here in NY as time goes on. I do feel for him and anyone who has to sleep outside in this cold shitty weather but Gypsy cant carry him his whole life. Already she has done so much for him, over 30years worth of shelter, food, money, drugs, clothes, I mean you name it Gypsy has done it for him.
That's one thing I have to say about my girl, she has such a good heart. We are very alike in that aspect. Once we are your friend we are there for you no matter what, good or bad but fuck us over just once and you have ended our friendship forever.

Winters Here!

Dam its really getting cold here in New York. We went from 80 degrees to 40-50 in like matter of 2 weeks. We didn't even have nay kind of fall weather really. I don't mind I love the winter. Just something about it. The cold air, being all bundled up with my hoodies, and hats and Timbs.
Last night we made up this big bag of clothes to give away at the program and as soon as I got the the program this one woman Jeanette took the whole bag. She lives in a shelter right now and she cant afford to buy anything new so everything I had in the bag was her size and she was VERY happy to have some new stuff to wear. I always see her wearing mostly the same things. She does manage to keep what she has clean which is good but it felt good to see her so happy to have some new winter stuff and just something different to wear you know?!
Gypsy had to be at work early this morning and she was beat when she finally got home. When I came home I took Bandit out for a nice long walk. I went to this park down near the deserted 
part of our hood and chained the gate so he couldn't leave and he had a ball! I was running with him on the kids jungle jim thingies, and he was having a great time. I love to see him happy!
After that, got some Chinese food for us, ate, Gypsy went to bed early and I got on the computer to check a few things out.
We got word that Lucky was under and getting everything she needed done and should here more about her tomorrow.
I just got back from walking Bandit and Harley for there nightly walk and all is quiet in this Brooklyn bitches crib!