How I ended up in Washington | Forum

I’m posting this now because I have two jobs again and have today and tomorrow off for the Ghost concert and this is the only time I’m going to have the time to post much of anything on here. I think I said in a prior post on here that I’d tell you how I ended up in Washington so now that I have the time I’ll tell you.

So the catalyst for how I ended up there is an incident I got in in downtown Salt Lake. So for years, there was a part of downtown by the Road Home homeless shelter that was an open air drug market. You could find absolutely any drug you wanted there but if you wanted heroin (which I went down there for) you would go through the Hondurans as a general rule. They ran the dope game down there and if you went through anyone else other than a Honduran, you ran a risk of getting ripped off or getting shitty dope. Well one day I was dope sick and went down there and couldn’t find any Hondurans so I got desperate and went through this white guy. That’s the first time I ever bought from anyone other than a Honduran down there, so I was worried that I got shitty dope. I went to the bathroom at the mall across the street to shoot up and sure enough, it wasn’t even dope I bought, it was a rock or something. When you buy from dealers down there, it’s wrapped in balloons or plastic bags and they keep it in their mouths in case they get hassled by the cops then they can just swallow it so you can’t see what your buying. Well I freaked the fuck out because my dope was fake so I completely lost my mind and went back down there to look for the guy. When I found him, I told him to give me my money back (which was really stupid of me) and he tells me that he had to call a different dealer to get real dope and he would make it right. Well he was for sure lying to me but I was desperate so I rolled with it and I went with him inside of the Road Home to use the phone and when he gets in the lobby, a bunch of his friends show up. They guy was pretending to talk in the phone for like 20 minutes and I completely flipped my lid and ended up cold clocking him right in the face right there in the lobby of the road home. Right when I did that his friends grab me and slam me against the vending machines in the lobby and they are holding me there so that the other guy can beat the fuck out of me. They guy takes off his shirt and he is COVERED with Nazi tattoos. Well before he could beat me up I break away from his buddies and I ran the fuck out of there. Well I cut my losses and got over it and just went through my regular dealer for like a week after that. And mind you, at the time I was homeless. During this time (it was like November of 2014) I was flying a sign and making pretty good money being homeless. So a week goes by and I’m not even downtown, I’m in the suburbs doing my thing. I was living in the trunk of my broken down car. Let me tell you about this car. It was a 1998 Honda Accord that I bought for 300 bucks. It had all kinds of issues but it ran. Well about two weeks before I punched that guy at the road home the thermostat went out in it. I was waiting to fix it at my friends house because he had a whole garage of every tool I would need to fix it so I was waiting to go to his house but I was stupid and went on a few dope runs in it with a bad thermostat and overheated it a few times. One time I overheated it so bad that when I looked down at the exhaust manifold it was bright red, but it just kept driving. So I parked it on a quiet street right in the side of the road and just slept in it there.Anyways, so it was like a week after I punched that dude then one day I got a text from my friend Brandon who also did heroin and one day he went downtown to score and he texts me telling me that a local white supremisist gang was looking for me and I had a green light on me. He said they knew my name and was looking for where I’m staying at and that they wanted to jump or kill me. I don’t know how those people knew who I was because I hardly went down there and I went down there by myself so it got my head spinning. So about another few weeks go by and I’m doing my thing and then my dad texts me telling me that two guys that looked like they just got out of prison came to the door looking for me (I never brought drug people to my dads house so it alarmed him). Now and I’m like oh fuck. So it was Christmas Eve and I was flying a sign and made a bunch of money that day so I decided to get the fuck out of town. I went to what I can best describe as a phone card casino. It was these places they had in town that were “Internet cafes” that were really gambling halls and they get around the gambling laws because you buy “phone cards” that buy you internet time and you play games to win phone cards….Anyways it was a shady tweeker place and I played for about a half an hour and I went in the Greyhound website and bought a bus ticket to Seattle that left at midnight on Christmas. I bought a bunch of heroin and meth, hid it on my person and went downtown to the greyhound station with only a backpack, a change of clothes and a fleece blanket. To get to the greyhound station, I had to walk past the road home and I walked as fast as I could but I got spotted and got followed to the Greyhound station. Before I knew it, while I was in there, the guy that I punched was at the door trying to get in. I told the security guard in there that those guys were trying to jump me and he had my back and told them they couldn’t come in. The security guard came back and flat out told me that those guys said that if I ever come back that they’ll find me and “fuck me up”. So there was no turning back at that point. So while I was waiting I had a shot of heroin I already had prepared and I went to the bathroom to do it. I go in the stall and am trying to do my shot and i hear this loud belligerent guy come in the bathroom. Well I was in a handicap stall and all of a sudden this guy starts pounding in the stall door telling me to hurry the fuck up. I tell him I’ll just be a minute and I’m trying to do this shot and this guy keeps pounding on the door yelling at me. I finally do the shot and I leave the stall and the guy that was pounding on the door was this guy in a wheelchair and had a neck brace on.After I could tell he was cool, I apologize and tell him sorry I was taking so long, I was just doing a shot (mind you that this Greyhound station was in drug central). The guy tells me to wait for him and that he had a present for me. He does his thing and he gets out of the stall and he breaks out his backpack and he had a whole blister pack of morphine pills. He gives me a few morphine pills and he tells me he got in a car wreck and he has all these pills and he’s going to get a huge settlement. Right when I go to pop the pills this other homeless guy goes in the bathroom and starts throwing pipe after pipe and other drug paraphanelia into the garbage can. I offer him a couple of my pills the guy just gave me and the three of us talked in the bathroom for like 20 minutes. Turns out, the guy that was throwing all that shit in the garbage can just got off a bus from Denver and he was taking the same bus as me, but he was going to Olympia instead of Seattle. His name was Calvin. We hung out and went out to smoke all night and he ended up sitting next to me in the bus. The whole time, he’s telling me to get off in Olympia with him and it’s way better than Seattle, etc… Anyways we’re in the bus traveling to Washington and right around the Idaho border there’s a huge snow storm. At around Jerome, ID the bus driver says it’s no longer safe to drive the bus so Greyhound got a hotel room for everyone on the bus waiting for the storm to pass and Calvin and I shared a room and we did drugs all night. We did all the drugs we had in that one night. So the bus keeps going and we stop in Boise and then we go to Portland. We stop in Portland for like 5 or so hours and Calvin finds more meth and by this time I was up for like 3 days. Calvin talks me in to getting off in Olympia and it’s one of the best decisions I made in my whole life. If I ended up in Seattle I would have been fucked. When I got off in Olympia, Calvin found heroin and I spent the last 40 bucks I had. So when I got there, I was up for days and all I wanted to do was sleep. I walked around and I walked up Martin way for a few miles and I find a patch of woods. I come across an old homeless encampment and I found a tarp (it was raining). All I wanted to do was sleep. I curled up like a burrito with my fleece in that tarp and I slept for like two days. When I woke up, I was extremely dope sick and it turns out I slept on somebody’s shit because it was all over the bottom of the tarp. It was then I realized the situation I got myself in and long story short, I went to the Salvation Army, got clean and got a job being a manager in retail and ended up getting an apartment and everything. I lived in Washington for like 4 years and was afraid to come back here because of those people that were after me. Things eventually died down here and the cops shut down all that madness that was happening by the homeless shelter here and everything has been fine since. When I lived in Washington, I ended up relapsing up there but I got clean from heroin for good in 2018.