This put a bad taste in my mouth for two reasons. First, because it was a giant pain in the ass (and especially at the end of the night), and second, because it reminded me of my scamming days back during the junkie years.
Now, most of y'all know that I'm still close to $40,000 in debt. The first $30,000 was credit card debt -- basically, I cash advanced my credit cards to their limits and used the money to buy smack. The last $10,000 was check fraud. The scam was simple: buy cartons of Newports and Kools with bad checks, then take them to that little convenience store in Homewood that would pay $10 for each carton. The trick was to hit all of the stores in one chain in a matter of days -- go to every Rite Aid in the city, for example -- because after two or three days the checks come back as bad and you get your name on their list.
Ugh. These are not my proudest moments.
This was all in 1995 and 1996, and is screamingly clear evidence of how desperate drugs can make a girl.
On Friday night, unixd0rk and I went to Unblurred, we spent a bunch of time at AFRICArdo's bookstore. While we were there, Maria did henna tattoos on our hands. She asked about the scars on my hand and I replied "I used to be a junkie." She asked if it hurt to do that to myself. I said that yes, sometimes it did.