Posted 4/11/2011 3:46 am
This 'anti-depressant' compound is an SSRA -- Selective Serotonin Re-Uptake AMPLIFIER. Why do I get the feeling that the pharm cos are just winging it?
Posted 4/11/2011 3:53 am
You'd think a gal would seek medical assistance sometime BEFORE her bones were exposed to the elements. But, NOOOOOOO . . . in Russia, drug take YOU
Posted 4/11/2011 4:09 am
You see that here in the streets of Vancouver; they shoot Ritalin and the crushed pills they cook up to inject are made of a filler that looks like obsidian microscopically. It rips away the insides of the veins and as they continue to shoot in one spot huge leisions open up, big glistening wounds. They like this because it's a nice hole they can shoot more dope directly into. Eventually the whole limb gets amputated. The downtown core is full of young amputees..
this is a fairly mild example. I've seen open lesions that were 8-9" long and 2" wide and fucking deep. Beggars on Robson like to flaunt them at the office workers..
No way..you were hiding in nice neighborhoods. The East End of Vancouver is the scum of the British Isles...
Starting in Grade 10 I used to go down to the worst part of skid road to hang out. We'd go to obscure pool halls with broken dirty planks dumped on top of dirt for floors with overflowing spittoons and really old filthy men in dirty raincoats chewing tobacco in their toothless mouths drooling nicotine saliva. It was "old" Vancouver, like 1918, 1921...and I was mesmerized with horrified fascination. I still miss that tawdry faded splendor of Belle Epoque buildings crumbling into slums...So much has been lost to the wreckers balls and gentrification. By 71 I was lurking around the Sunrise Hotel and Steam's Hotdogs (The Smiling Budda where Jimi Hendrix played at the start of his career was next door, a horrible dive like a slum in Haiti.) Steams Hotdogs had like one shrivelled old hotdog on the rotisserie and three big evil guys behind the counter that could have been Royal Ulster Constabulary cops except they were dealing tons of heroin out of the joint. Spastic junkies covered in their own blood would be doing their St. Vitus dance in the gutter right in front of the storefront where they'd purchased and shot up their fix. The entire neighborhood was like taking a shovel and cutting open a big termite hill to look upon the hideous queen a big teeming sack of vile filthy eggs surrounded by swarms of insects. It was like stepping into Dostoyevski's Crime and Punishment and talking to Semyon Zakharovitch Marmeladov himself..
They actually cleaned a lot of it up for the Olympics but there's swarms of crystal meth addicts now around the Arthur Erickson courthouse in the best part of the downtown. They're in your face aggressive scum.
