This is just a pointless little thread that I'm making here to give a laugh or two, but also to exemplify the non-sexual bonds of life; the "Affection" part of S&A, if you will. Just a few pointless conversations I've had with the friend who, as some of you know, I allowed to move in here, with his girlfriend. He has a horrible meth habit (much worse than mine, trust me), but it's still nice to know that he has his wits and his priorities straight still. Some of these snippets have a point to them, and some are just for laughs. Some have both. Heh. Also, they're just from memory, so I'm sure some things will be obscured, but so what. Anyway. He's designated as "K". When applicable, his girlfriend will be "A". Heheh. I'm just "Me". My name is Tom, by the way, so any references to "Tom" are to me. Read on if you want. This WILL be long, so avert your eyes now if you're a lazy, illiterate sack of assholes. Just a warning. No bitching, either.
"Holding my 40"
>Me and K are having a pointless convo, which led up to this:<
K: So, man, what do you do on this computer, anyway?
Me: Just email, get on AIM, read that forum I showed you (yes, Totse), read the Sexy Losers (http://fotm.rotten.com/fotm/auralsex.jpg) archive if I get bored..whatever.
K: Oh. Fuckin' I just use it for the porn!
>Both of us laugh lightly<
Me: How does "A" feel about it? I mean, do you do it when she's gone, or is she sittin' here next to you and jacking you off? >joking; yes, this was presumptuous, even for he and I<
Him: Fuckin' her other hand's holding my 40, too!
>We both cut up loudly...Then we're interrupted by "A", who's yelling from the other room<
A: >From other room< I heard that!!
>We exchange "Oh SHIT!" glances<
A: Just for that, you can use your OWN hand tonight!! >Her tone makes it obvious she's joking too...much relief<
K: Fuckin' fine; That way, I don't need a 40 to keep it up! >Joking<
>I give him an imploring "Don't go too fuckin' far, man!" look<
A: >After long pause< You asshole! Just for THAT, I'll be holding Tommy's 40 tonight!
>All three of us laugh<
(I know I'm missing some details in this one...Fading memory)
"Lookin' out for each other"
(K and I, having serious talk about our habits and our priorities..Don't worry, there's some humor in it. Necessary background: I was attempting to ease his mind, as sometimes, he would get concerned about my usage; now, I use less than once a week so it's not an issue, but this was when I was using 3-4 times a day)
Me: Fuckin', just so you know, man..I know you worry sometimes about how much I use this shit, but I want you to know that I still have a brain, you know; I mean, when I start fucking up on it or getting weird, I fuckin' SLEEP, man, and I lay off for awhile..That's why I buy those Zanies (Xanax) from you sometimes, you know?
K: Aw man, I know, I know; you can handle yourself. I was just worried that one day, 'cause you were all spaced-out and shit, and I knew you'd been up too damn long. It's just, I gotta watch your ass, just like you gotta watch mine, you know?
Me: >Teasing< Got a thing for my ass, or something?
K: >light chuckle< Fuck you.
Me: >Smirks, then..< Fuckin seriously, though..I know, and I appreciate it. You know I'm watching yours too; remember how I made your ass read that webpage about what smoking the shit does to your lungs?
K: Heheh. Fuckin' you stood there behind me and wouldn't let me up! Fuckin' I almost expected to feel that .45 of yours against my head!
Me: I had my hand on it.
>Both of us laugh<
Me: Yeah, sorry about that, but I gotta, as you said, watch your ass.
K: Oh yeah. Y'know, we've both been fucked-up by those bitches (sorry, but he uses the word a lot), and they're gonna come and go, but we always got each other.
Me: Damn right!
>Me remembers an important point<
Oh, hey, by the way, man, you know how you and "A" were fighting the other night?
K: >Disgustedly< Fuckin' tripped-out bitch slamming doors, walkin' around in a towel, yelling at you to tell me she fuckin' wasn't naked (The argument was a stupid one; he was accusing her of walking around the house naked, when she actually had a towel on; they were both fucked-up, I think)..
Me: Yeah. I just wanted you to know; I told "A" somethin' like "I'm neutral in this; don't get me involved", but that was just to shut her up: You do know that if it came down to it, I'd bite the bullet for YOU, right man?
K: Never had a doubt. You know I'd do the same.
Me: Fuck yeah.
>We both do that thing that all guys do where you touch fists, then open your hands, curl your fingers with the other guy's, then snap them apart..You've seen it, trust me<
Me: And you know you can stay here long as you want, just keep that job. And I'm always good for a favor, whether it's a bowl (of meth) or an alibi to keep "A" from throwing a shitstorm your way.
K: Naw, no fuckin' worries man, I'll keep that fuckin' job, and if I ever lose it, my ass WILL get a new one, I - >He was getting nervous
Me: >Interrupts< I know, man, it's cool. And seriously..If you lost your job or somethin', I'd give you time to find a new one. I trust you enough to actually TRY, and not sponge off me, so don't worry. I make enough to cover all of us for a bit..I don't think I'd have it in me to kick your sponging ass out, even then, though. Haha.
K: Heheh, you wouldn't have to, man; I'd go fuckin' sleep in my car until I found work if I had to.
Me: You wouldn't have to. You see that tool shed out back? >Me points to my shed<
>We both laugh<
K: Naw but man, I ain't ever gonna take advantage of you.
Me: I know. So don't worry. Just keep working, chip in a little on some of the bills, or maybe the dope now and again, and it's cool. I'll take care of ya.
K: We gotta take care of each other, man.
Me: We're all we've really got. Fuck the women; I've known your ass my whole life, man!
K: Fuckin' amen to that!
>we both do the touch-fist thing again<
Me: So do we kiss now, or fuckin' what?
K: "A" might get jealous!
>More laughs<
Me: Fuckin' man, heheh, let's lighten up a little and go shoot a little. I want you to try out my Deagle (Desert Eagle; handgun).
>We saddle up and go on shooting trip<
"Improvise!"
>K and I are at Wal Mart, picking up some shit for the house, gonna split the bill for food, etc. We're looking at the packaged wifebeaters, when...<
K: Fuckin'..Who the fuck wears the red ones?!
Me: Who knows. I guess they offer lots of colors so you can beat your wife in every color of the rainbow.
K: >Laughs< Or so you can fuckin' look like a rainbow..>"Rainbow" = gay male, as he was using it<
Me: >Laughs< Fuckin' let's come back here. We gotta get some meds, food for Apollo >dog<, food for us, y'know.
>We head to the medicine section, pick up some Alleve and shit, then come upon the pain-relieving rubs and such; BenGay, IcyHot, etc<
K: >Picks up Icy-Hot tube, then snickers<
Me: What?
K: Fuckin'..Just brings back some memories. Down in LC ("Las Cruces", where NMSU, his college, is located}, we'd prank each other with this shit. I got this frosh kid to put some on his dick once; told him it would give him a "nice cool feeling" and help him keep it up..hahahaha
Me: Fuckin' man, that's some evil shit! >laughs<
K: >Snickering all through this< Fuckin'..Haha..I told him to go in the bathroom and try it; he did..I heard him fuckin' SCREAMIN', so I got my ass out of his dorm..hahah...
Me: And when you saw him again?
K: He was fuckin' mad, wanted to kick my ass, I could tell, but he ain't gonna fuck with a guy a foot taller than him.
Me: I almost feel sorry for that poor bastard.
K: Me too...Almost. >both of us laugh< I'm sure Karma's gonna bite my ass for that one.
>We move to pet food section, then food, then end up in tool section and shit, around the duct tape, elec. tape, etc<
Me: You know some people make clothes out of this shit? >holds up duct tape roll<
K: Fuckin' really?
Me: Yeah. If you ask me, it's a crock of shit. I mean, we guys are masters of improvisation, but..Come on. I'd sooner wear a fuckin' onion sack or something.
K: >Laughs<..Fuck improvising, man..Duct tape is for fixing leaks and helping me get to sleep!
Me: What?
K: Fuckin' I just stick some over "A"'s mouth..Then I can sleep!
>We both laugh our asses off<
Me: Why don't you try bondage with her or some shit next time?
K: I have. It wasn't worth hearing her bitch about me using my knife to cut her loose...>thinks<...Why DID I fuckin' cut her loose, anyway?
>Both of us laugh a bit again..Move on to food section<
Me: >Gets immature, holds up Hilshire Farms sausage< This is what you need for 'er.
K: Fuckin' come on, too small, man! She's used to better! >he jokingly thrusts hips<
Me: Yeah, because I'm there when you're gone!
K: >punches me in the shoulder, then laughs< Motherfucker!
>We finish buying our crap, leave<
Takin' care, again
>K is in his room, his girlfriend gone, suddenly I hear an "AUGH!!"<
Me: >yells from across house< K? You ok man?
K: >Comes out of room, I notice blood running from his hand<
Me: Holy shit! Hey, what did you do?!
K: Fuckin' I sliced myself with my dope blade (razor blade, which he uses to chop out lines on a mirror)!! Holy shit, man, I think I cut something bad!! >He's panicking<
Me: Hey! K, K, calm down man, calm down..Sit here, hold your hand above your head, DON'T get panicked about the blood, I'm gonna get the first aid, ok? Are you cool?
K: Yeah, man, I'm..Fuckin'...Holy shit!..I'm ok..Go get it..
Me: >Busts ass across house and grabs homemade first-aid kit, returns to tweak-boy, dumps it out on the floor< Here man, fuckin' show it to me..
>He shows me the wound; a deep, but small, razor blade slice across middle-finger pad of his left hand. Blood is everywhere.<
Me: It's not bad man, it's ok..ok? Here, I'm gonna fuckin' pour this peroxide on it, ok? It's gonna burn some, but I need you to fuckin' be cool, ok?! You're gonna be ok!
K: >Still freaked a bit, but "with it"; I found out later that this was his first really serious laceration, hence his panic< Ok..!
Me: Here, bite on this, ok? >hands him clean bandanna, rolled up< Gimme your hand. >Takes his hand, holds it, palm facing up, then gently floods it with hydrogen peroxide; it bubbles, gets blood on my carpet, but I don't care<
K: Mmmpfh!! >He tenses up, clenches the bandanna, but keeps it cool<
Me: Ok, ok, I'm done! You're ok, man! Now it's clean, so I'm going to stop the blood, ok? >Me fetches a very large gauze pad, opens the package, folds it up correctly, and presses it down on the wound, making sure the edges of the wound are even, then tapes it down well<
Ok, man..I need you to press, kinda lightly but not TOO lightly right here, ok man? You're gonna be cool. Just don't move it, keep it up here >his arm/hand was resting at about his head level<, and CHILL, ok? I want you to take this..It's a .25 Xanax, ok?! It's a REAL fuckin' low dose, and it's gonna chill you out, ok? I know benzos are good in high doses and all (lie; they're no fun for me), but they're meant for lower doses like this, and they fuckin' WORK!
K: Alright, man..you're the pharmacy dude..Ok..>Still freaky, but chilling. He takes the .25 of Alprazolam<
Me: Stay just like you are, ok man?
>We sit here a good 25 minutes; the Xanax kicks in, he looks tired, but now he's totally cool, and his bleeding has stopped.<
Me: Ok, man, I'm not going to bullshit you...You're gonna fuckin' need stitches. Now, do you want to go with me to the ER and have that done, or do you want me to do it? I know how; remember Dr. Ericcson? I asked him to teach me how awhile back, and he did, so I know how, but I recommend the ER, man...
K: >Sorta firmly< No fuckin' ER, man!! I got all this shit in me (he was on meth), and if they fuckin' find out, I'm -
Me: >I decide not to argue with his tweaker-logic; I don't want to get him paranoid or anything< Ok, man, ok! It's cool. I'll stitch you up.
K: It's gonna fuckin' hurt, I know it..
Me: There will be a little pain. But don't worry man, I have some Lidocaine which I took a couple months ago; it's the same shit they'd use in the ER. I even got saline to flush you out with, and all that, man. Don't worry.
>I go off and fetch my bag of sutures, picking the thinner-threaded ones with the small hooked needle, then my lidocaine, the saline irrigators and the device that goes with them, sterile, packaged hemostats and forceps, my really bright SureFire flashlight, syringe/needle, vial access cannula, and a sterile pair of latex gloves; see? Stealing from work isn't always immoral! Though the light and sutures were my own<
Me: Ok man, I got the stuff...Are you ready?
K: Yeah, but..Fuckin' man it hurts!!
Me: >Remembers that I have two 20MG OxyContin left from a long time ago< I know just what to do about that, man..>I go get one of the Oxys; he looks relieved. I take into account the Xanax he had in him, but at such a low dose, interaction wasn't a worry. He takes the OxyContin.< Now, do you want to wait awhile, give that time to kick in, or you want me to start now?
K: Let's give it some time...Maybe I can even fuckin' fall asleep on it.
>I keep talking to him to keep him cool, we kind of half-watch "Reservoir Dogs" together, discuss it a bit..After about a good 45 minutes, he tells me the OxyContin is hitting strong, and that we'd better get it over with<
Me: Ok, man...>I position him correctly, then screw the vial access cannula onto the syringe, suck up 2CC's lidocaine, then switch to the tiny 27-Ga. needle<..This is what's going to hurt the most. After I do this, you aren't going to feel shit. Ok?
K: Ok..Just fuckin' get it over with..>He bites down on the bandanna again<
>I set to work, injecting Lidocaine into his wound (as in, letting some run in), then I actually stick the surrounding flesh and inject tiny amounts..This is hurting him a lot, but he handles it well. His wound is bleeding again, now, but that was expected<
Me: Ok, it's all fuckin' over man...Give it some time, and your hand's gonna go all numb. Comfortably Numb >purposeful 'Floyd reference to lighten him up. I then get some fresh gauze and put it over the wound while we wait for the Lidocaine to take full effect..It's all of five minutes or so<
K: >Very dopey now on the Oxy< I don't feel it anymore, man, thanks...Now what do you do?
Me: I've gotta disinfect it and irrigate it, then we have to make it stop bleeding again, and then I can stitch you up.
K: Ok..>He looks like he's gonna nod out<
>I disinfect with more peroxide, then load up the injector device with a sterile Saline irrigation, then flood his wound semi-forcibly with it; saline and blood soak the towel. I do this twice. He's bleeding again, but clean now.<
Me: Ok, now we just make it stop bleeding, then I stitch you up..He responds with a dopey, almost-asleep "Cool..". >I pressure-bandage him with more clean gauze and sit back and watch the movie with him..A good 20 minutes later, he's nodded out, I wake him up< Ok, man, I think you stopped bleeding...>checks<..Yep. Now for the fun part. Are you ready?
K: Ready..God man I'm sleepy, but I feel good..Fuckin' you should quit this pharmacy shit and be an ER doc or somethin'..
Me: Heh..Fuck no. That's a stressful and dirty job. Now, time to stitch..>I don the gloves, open the sutures, grasp the needle in the hemostats, in the right hand, and the forceps in my left hand, turn on my light and hold it in my teeth, and make the first puncture..He doesn't even seem to feel it at all. The needle pierces, I come up through the other side of the wound, grasping the needle and pulling it through with the forceps, repeating this until the wound is closed, then I clip off the needle and knot the thread...This went very smooth, even though by now I was tense as hell, and I'd taken a good 25 minutes, since this isn't my forte<
K: Looks good..I still don't feel shit...thank you man, I owe you. Always takin' care of my ass...I think I'm gonna sleep this OC off, then maybe we can fuckin' go do somethin' later?
Me: Sure...Just be very careful with that hand. No trauma to it. When you wash, wash GENTLY, and use the antibacterial soap. Make sure you dry well, too.
K: Thanks, "Doc" >jokingly/sardonically<
This little untrained medical act of mine earned me a $50-sack of meth the next day, with a note reading "Just a thanks, for takin' care..But you know that some day, I'm going have to take care of us both by not buying this shit anymore...But until then, enjoy, man! See you this evening. Tell "A" to be sure to call me."
This note left me feeling strangely uneasy. I don't know why.
ANYWAY, that's it. If you've read this far, I'm sorry. If you bitch about the length, I'll show you some real "Length". And Cindy/Mojo/Psycho, sorry in advance if you have to move this; I really am trying to focus on the "Affection" side of things, though, and not to mention give a laugh or two.
-Bleedthrough/IR
2004-07-02, 10:11
Lifelong bros: For humor and "the hell of it"