Hi Everyone,
The title of this blog really should be, Crack Heads And Other Drug Users, but since it was too long, I went with, Crack Heads And…. Unfortunately, drugs and drug users are part social fabric that in my opinion has frayed beyond repair. Drugs, like people are everywhere. You, like me, might live in a decent area but when it comes drugs, no one is exempt. Here’s today’s blog.
I arrived home from set just after 1:00 am Friday morning and could hear my neighbour down the hall from me talking to someone behind closed doors. I thought about stopping by because I knew she had Friday off, but headed to my apartment instead. About twenty minutes later, I knocked on the door of her spotless and clutter free apartment. She let me in right away but something was very wrong. The first words out of her mouth were, “I can’t find my purse. Oh hi Anna, I don’t know where it is! I’ve looked everywhere! It’s gone!”
After a few minutes of my looking for her handbag and suggestions I asked, “Is the patio door locked?” She said it was all night. “Then have the superintendent check the cameras. If the only way for someone to come in is through the front door it’ll be on camera.”
“I left it right there, where I always leave it!” she said as she pointed to a familiar spot.
“I know, but remember that day I went out into the back drive way looking for you because you left your door partly open and your handbag was in plain sight? You have to close and lock your doors.” Then I remembered that I hadn’t locked mine. Shortly after, I left. I was there for less than 15 minutes.
On Saturday, I knocked on her door. As she let me in, I said, “Oh good you found your handbag, where was it?” And here is where it gets interesting. This is what I mean.
As she, my neighbour down the hall, left her apartment to go upstairs to her daughter’s apartment, my NEXT door neighbour had a guest. He peeked his head out the door when he heard my neighbour down the hall leave her apartment after 12 am. (You can hear a pin drop at any given time.) This guest, a crack head, waited until she got into the elevator and then went into her apartment and stole her handbag. Now my NEXT door neighbour is a former crack head who about a year ago placed a restraining order against her guest. You know the one who stole the handbag.
BUT, BUT, my NEXT door neighbour is, or well, was pretty good friends with my neighbour down the hall, who had her handbag stolen. In fact, the woman who had her handbag stolen helped my NEXT door neighbour, her former friend get the restraining order against the guy who stole her handbag! So my NEXT door neighbour had a restraining order against her guest, who then stole her friends’ handbag. What a nice neighbour!
Did my NEXT door neighbour allow this to happen? In my opinion, she did. I am also of the belief that she is street smart, conniving, and very manipulative. Just for the record, I’ve never trusted her. I’ve found her to be sketchy and I’m being polite.
In fact, I’ve always had difficulty trusting anyone who use drugs and/or drinks excessively. There’s just something about people who have a history or habit of using drugs and/or alcohol that makes me keep them at arm’s length. They will do anything to get their hands on money or things they can sell for money all to feed their addiction. I don’t even trust people who are “clean.” Why? Old habits, bad habits are hard to break. People with addictions, or people who have been “clean” for years, can, will and have turned on people, even the ones they say they love the most. This is especially true when their former partners in crime know their weaknesses and know where to find them.
Up until two months before, I haven’t seen my NEXT door neighbours’ guest for almost a year. Then he started passing by my apartment windows. At first it was gradual. Like once every two weeks. Then as he wormed his way back into my NEXT door neighbour’s life, I would see him once a week, then a few times a week. Even though she had put a restraining order against him, with the help of my neighbour down the hall I might add, not only did my NEXT door neighbour voluntarily breach it, she, in my opinion, orchestrated the theft of her former friends’ handbag! See how people can turn on people when drugs are involved?
So what was stolen? My neighbour’s HARD earned money, identification and keys to her car.
Will she or I trust my NEXT door neighbour again? Highly unlikely! That one act has now alienated my NEXT door neighbour from more than half of the apartment building we live in. The sad part is that she, my NEXT door neighbour, will have to live with what she, in my opinion, designed, and she can’t move. People on public assistance have few options when it comes to relocating. But who knows. She might get evicted. Only time will tell.
And I am telling you, don’t think once, THINK TWICE, or THRICE before you allow a former drug user or someone who drinks excessively into your life. They may seem harmless at first, but they generally aren’t. Old habits, bad habits are hard to break! If you decide to help someone help themselves, don’t allow them to drag you down with them, meaning don’t let them get too close. If you do, and then something like the above happens, it’s your own damn fault!
To give you a better idea of what I mean, here’s a link to Marilyn Manson’s music video, I Don’t Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me),
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EefPcht54c
Here’s a link to the lyrics of Marilyn Manson’s, I Don’t Like the Drugs, (But the Drugs Like Me),
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhCwebrGMTc
Here’s a link to the music video of, The Dope Show,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5R682M3ZEyk
Here’s a link to the lyrics of, The Dope Show,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMzhiTcjdBw
If anyone is surprised that I like Marilyn Manson, then here’s a link to the lyrics, Beautiful People, also by him, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdotqKKjbm8
Ironically, I was on set to play a drug addict. Earlier in the day, I researched what a drug addict might look like by walking past a meth clinic never knowing that all I had to do was look to my NEXT door neighbour and her guest, the average person. Since production was behind, only a handful of people made it to camera, I wasn’t one of them.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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