I would once stop and check sometimes more than once if an empty drug bag on the floor was actually empty. If it contained drugs, I’d pick it up and have the lot. Now I tend to not even notice and if I did, it simply serves as a reminder of the past for a split moment. This morning on my walk I came across a bag and thought it would make for a good blog post.
Isn’t it funny how these bags once brought so much excitement and adrenaline pump as we would wait patiently for our dealer.
I lost drugs many times in clubs, as I’m sure others did too, and I’d have always picked up a bag if it was full, not giving a fuck to what was in it…..
How life changes!
