to think, to think ....

There are no jokes with devils

My first big experience with drugs was when my friend fell in love with a drug-addicted girl and started "going" with her. No needles, but regular grass, hash, gingerbread and some pills. My friend was never like me, so no one had to persuade him to use drugs from time to time, but he had it under control and he was in a good position in his job. Now, however, he drove at a fast pace and lost his job within half a year, and after a year I was dreaming, the girl who got him into it broke up. He was at the bottom mentally, physically, financially he was just in trouble. I took him here and there for a beer, and I also kept some things for him, especially clothes, when he moved. Unfortunately for him he started going to a company whose lair is insufficiently defined. It was quite clean there, the bar had a decent menu, but everyone was there and I think there was the most breath of grass in my life when I stopped by. I didn't like going there, everyone started swinging there from a certain moment and they were in another world, when I went there, always right after the "opening" for the first two, three hours, it was quite nice, then it turned into a "valley of shadows" and stayed I'm actually alone there, so I paid and left. I also once experienced that one "smart guy" came up with the idea to put sponges (Lysohlávky) in a lever press.
He made a full cup of coffee and began to suck a few other "patients". Then to them
a pretty greasy guy came up and said a few exuberant sentences, took a cup and kicked
him to himself. In a few minutes, the ambulance and the operator of the business and
the bartender had something to explain. 

Over time, a friend started selling weed and often pulled me out that he was making money
more than he earned at work. I wish him well and I didn't care what he ate.
A few months passed, and even though we didn't meet every day, it was weird that he stopped picking up his cell phone and nobody saw him for 14 days. I didn't know where he lived so he was just waiting. I'll cut it short - I've never seen him before. Over time, I learned that he allegedly squandered with his friends more than he sold, so he could not pay the suppliers and so he was "cleaned up" somewhere.


Rambo on his knees

In the war, I met a boy who, despite being a few years younger, was a bit of my role model for many years. He played sports in a truly professional manner, underwent many trainings and was with the police intervention unit for many years. He was the only person I knew as a sworn abstainer, a non-smoker and I had never seen him eat anything other than beef steak with vegetables, etc.… He liked nice and expensive cars and also beautiful women. I liked to meet him, we always had something to say and we helped each other a few times. In truth, I never noticed that his huge muscles weren't just from the gym. Over time, I understood and he even told me that he was injecting steroids and I didn't care, I just didn't take it at all. Then we didn't see each other for a long time because he was doing security somewhere in the Middle East. After about 3 years we met and he told me terrible information. For many years he was a user of meth (I never knew anything about him, because I always perceived his infinite vitality in connection with his lifestyle and sports) and told me that he was doing terrible things when he started injecting meth, so he injected him intravenously. Now that he's fine, but thanks to a year of living with some "gingerbread queen" and uncontrolled sex, he's made HIV positive and has AIDS. 

Who doesn't like it doesn't help

Another experience was when another friend who had the same opinion on drugs as I changed when he found out his wife's infidelity. Probably nothing special would happen, but his wife caught it really well because she fell in love and asked for a divorce (they had a little daughter). It should be noted that a friend did business in transport and was often away for several days. His wife and daughter always had everything they wanted because a friend's money made a lot, but he was low on home and so what happened happened. My friend took it off terribly. He started getting drunk, was aggressive, rode a motorcycle overflowing, had constant problems with the police, and spent a lot of money on a lawyer. I will mention two of X's fads, because they are quite funny and then it will not be so funny. Once he kicked out the door of the CPZ because they didn't want to give him a cigarette and once he was picked up by a highway striker and he ripped a recording mini-camera out of their uniform and threw it away with no movie star :-) Of course he paid the door and the mini-camera, a fine . Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.

He started making friends with strange people and covered the grass a lot. He passed one night after another, and not only I had to turn off my cell phone for the night. In any case, the worst part was that the company was slowly getting into the flowers, because while he used to leave most of it himself, he now hired where whom and customer satisfaction was getting smaller. However, the highlight was and that's why I write about it when one day he called me that he was locked in a madhouse. I thought he was kidding because it would be like him, but he really was there. They locked him in a madhouse, because at night I would breathe some super model himself, he didn't even remember what he suddenly got afraid of that he was being chased and climbed to the roof of the 3-storey apartment building at midnight, where he shouted to let him be. The police, firefighters, an ambulance arrived, and finally the friend was pacified and taken to a madhouse, where he received a jacket. I assume they even stabbed him, because when he called me he had been there for more than 24 hours, so he probably slept well. I got this information mainly from the record he got and from a friend who was with him, my friend only remembered the shards. Well, it took me almost 2 days to get him out of the insane asylum. He told me some pretty horrible experiences about his roommates in the insane asylum, but that didn't teach him either. He continued to use drugs and alcohol, and one day he was imprisoned, not in a madhouse, but in prison, because he had killed someone somewhere.

Czech version of Frida Kahlo

In my time, I met a girl with whom I had an incredible year of life. She had an endless sense of fun, fun, sex simply, she lived every day as if she had to be the last, and something happened every day. She was a painter of paintings and when she was in the mood for painting, she could earn decent money. She painted biblical motifs and her parents had a sales gallery in the center of Prague. Here and there she pulled grass from someone, but otherwise it was only pure alcohol, and quite honestly from morning until night we sailed soaked in wine day after day. She was crazy and literally drew me into an incredible model, which I would compare only to a game from fairy tale to fairy tale, but she would be called from party to party :-)

It reminded me a lot of Frida Kahlo, who knows the story of this Mexican painter can certainly imagine what I experienced. Every fun has its end and sometimes it's sad and complicated and sometimes it's natural and easy in this case the end occurred naturally we never broke up just we limited contact. Once every fortnight we wrote or called and met for a poetic meeting. Over time, however, everything was lost and I just learned from a friend that he was messing with MC bikers and that he was drowning in drugs. About three years after we met and two years after our breakup, and a year after I last saw her, she called me and we agreed to meet. She came to me and I was glad to see her, but we didn't say much. It was terribly strange, she still looked good, but it seemed as transparent to me. She "showered" me and fell asleep. Believe it or not, she stayed with me for two days and nights, she definitely stayed for more than 50 hours, and except for occasional awakenings, when she ate a little and drank the water, everything slept. When she slept well enough, she said goodbye to me and said she would call and leave. Then I never saw her again. About two years later, I learned she was dead. She was 39 years old.

Bar and guests, two in it and a spinning mixer like a television

Fate allowed me to rent a bar and play bartender for more than a year. It was an interesting experience for me, because I always wanted to open and operate the bar and after this experience I can boldly say NEVER AGAIN :-) Of course I went there different people and before I understood that one can not satisfy everyone right away, so I he almost went crazy. One of the worst guests was a boy who worked as a porter at a nearby hotel and lived a short distance from my hostel bar. On the one hand, he was fine, he spoke well, and it was fun, but I was shot here and there by something, and then it was poison. I put up with him a few times at first and drank until dawn, but then I threw him out. Of course, having nonstop for one person is bullshit.

The very nice guests were a young couple when he worked as a hotel chef and she was pregnant with him and they also lived in that hostel. She was 18 over twenty and whenever they came I was happy because we understood each other and it was fun. Over time, we got closer and they told me their story. They were both drug addicts, especially when she wasn't lazy about using meth, and he cooked and sold it. She was 16 when they met and he actually saved her. One winter they survived in a hot water channel and shopped by stealing from Tesco. In the end, when their parents realized that they were happy and no longer took drugs, they gave them a chance. He found a job she got pregnant and was getting married. I supported them from the bottom of my heart and loved them. One day on the weekend, we agreed to cook. I didn't normally cook at the bar, but the kitchen was there and I organized a gastronomic event here and there. I wanted to make breaded fried mushrooms with potatoes and she offered to help me. We talked during the preparation, and she pointed out of nowhere into the kitchen hallway to the refrigerator and said, "Do you see that?" I didn't understand at all - there was nothing there. Then she looked at me and said, "It's gone, but they're everywhere. I can still see them." I wanted to start crying when I saw a beautiful, young, pregnant girl scared. I hid my emotions and told her something in the sense of "it's going to be good don't be afraid" stroked her, hastened her preparation and went to get a shot. I realized that a certain amount of drug use has consequences even if you stop taking drugs.

During my "bartending" I also met the owner of a stone company that repaired old stone bridges, walls, terraces, etc. His work was interesting and I experienced it as an incredible hard worker. I had it with him a few times, because I was already tired of working at the bar and the haunting hard work of pulling stones, concrete, etc. was actually a relaxation for me. I write about it because he had very special temporary workers there. Although they knew how to work, but I look once and one of the part-timers who was in charge of mixing the concrete is standing by the mixer and watching it spinning after about two minutes. he winced and began to function. I then asked a friend how he manages to employ and correct these "erasers". He replied, "It's simple money they receive once a week, and if they don't come during that week, they don't get anything. Once I pay them out, I know they don't see them for two or three days or a week, so I have more to take turns."