I am not alone...

[Zoops (OP)]

Seems that there is at least one other "head" in the small town where I live.

While walking back from the food stamps office today, I found a Tropicana orange juice bottle on the side of the road. Clear plastic. It was empty but instead was filled with some blackish-colored substance. I picked it up to inspect it and yep, POPPY SEEDS! Stuffed full of 'em.

So another one of us is lurking around my town. They may be shopping at the grocery store where I work, buying cigarettes at the same convenience store, going to the library, or whatever. I wonder if I've run across them. Sort of scary.

I put this in the guest-accessible section because I want them to see this if they look at this site. Heathsville, VA.

[Roman Totale]

Great containers those OJ bottles make, with the monster cap.

But I'd find it scary for other reasons...

[Zoops (OP)]

But I'd find it scary for other reasons...

Care to elaborate?

[Roman Totale]

Blowing up the scene!

[Illadelph215]

Pretty neat zoops, now that you know what your looking for (in a way) maybe they will be easier to spot. I know it's a small town so chances are you might already know or at least seen them before.

[10kites]

It could be your "dream girl."

[Zoops (OP)]

"Dream girl?"

Yeah wouldn't that be some shit. I get in line at Food Lion, and she's in front of me. We're both just buying a single bottle of lemon juice, nothing else. She's about 35-36 yo, attractive, reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, and still has all her teeth. We start talking and then it just goes from there. We end up shagging like dogs all night, break for poppy tea, then back at it.

[10kites]

Thats what I'm talkin about.

Or she walks up and says "Excuse me but there is'nt any poppy seeds on the shelf, could you see if there is any in the back room?"

[Thoms]

That's basically what happened except it was the Phile not a grocery line and it was dillies not seeds. Two year anniversary next weekend.

It too could happen to you. To all of you, chins up mates. Them girls are out there. Cept mine she's been taken.

[Jega]

On the one hand it's a shame you two can't meet and compare notes on who has the best current unwashed seeds. On the other hand if you found an amazing source yourself you might have some time before the 2 of you clean it out.

[Roman Totale]

"I get these twenty-five pound shipments of...nuts...from Brooklyn every week, but the mailman comes right before I get off work.  Any chance you could keep an eye on them for me until I get home?"

[Snout]

You could reprimand her for littering

[Z]

"I get these twenty-five pound shipments of...nuts...from Brooklyn every week, but the mailman comes right before I get off work.  Any chance you could keep an eye on them for me until I get home?"

"I don't know honey. They never delivered them.  Here, let me spend 6 hours helping you look for your 25 pound box of ...nuts... even though we both know that I stole them and am in fact high on dem nuts right now."


A match made in heaven.  Plus she has all her teeth.

[Chip]

as a person who has lost all their back teeth, thanks to a long history of using stimulants, I feel like a loser every time someone mentions that they have all their teeth.

how I wish that I had looked after them properly.

[Roman Totale]

@chipper  I don't know how judgmental Australians are about teeth-status, I could see them going either the British route or the American route, or somewhere in between or different of course. 

I come from a long line of shitty teeth and shitty cut-rate dental work (resulting in very expensive dental work to repair it down the road) on both sides of my familyy, had terrible baby teeth and had all my adult back teeth filled as a teenager (back when I really took care of them!) due to decay, and it has made me paranoid about my teeth. 

Not that it makes me give a fuck (or, rather, do anything about it) when I'm high on opiates and nodding out into my ice cream for hours, or up on stims for days with barely a piece of chewing gum passing my lips, or crashing out drunkenly without brushing my teeth and having smoked two packs of cigarettes over the course of the night...

Is there no sort of socialized dental insurance available?  Or will it not cover "cosmetic" work, like bridges and crowns that aren't necessary to feed yourself?  I think it is one of the major problems in the US healthcare field that dentistry is totally divorced from medical care, and thus totally devoid of any subsidies other than dental schools (which have a huge wait-list) and charity crap for children.

I once busted my ass for weeks, using my more"educated"-sounding voice and argumentation to call every dental clinic in town on behalf of a roommate, trying to find someone to treat his completely abscessed back tooth when he was low on cash, but had income and could pay some amount, to no avail.  In the end, he used his last $100 to bike 5 miles in the midst of a raging New England snowstorm and get it pulled by the one shady dentist in the city open on New Year's Eve.  He'd developed a bad fever, sore throat, and other symptoms that made me afraid he was getting blood poisoning from the bad tooth, to the point where I was ready to share the little cash I had for it.  (And all the symptoms did go away within a few hours of the tooth coming out.)

[We actually did have a decent New Year's party just between the two of us and the cat; our other roommate had been busy all day and was out at a party or club, but everybody knows NYE is amateur night by the standards of real druggers/drinkers, and besides my pal was ill.  The two of us ended up as high and content as could be, what with our non-existent opiate tolerances (at the time...), after downing a bunch of the 5mg Percocets he was able to fill right away for a few bucks, on top of the champagne, beer, and weed that I bought us to celebrate.  We gave the cat a celebration-sized dose of 'nip and he meowed Auld Lang Syne belly-up on the kitchen table, sprawled out in a complete catnip stupor, rolling around in the weed and coating himself in the better part of an eighth, much to our amusement (at the time...).  So it's a good memory I'll always treasure, but the dental element was a disgrace.]

One of the saddest motions I had to write was to get one of my client's surrender date for 30 days of jail after a probation revocation (which had bullshit proof behind it that we fought and should have fucking won anyways) postponed two weeks so she could get all of her teeth taken out and not be in agony for the month (granted, thank you, Judge K. ____).  She was in her late 30s, looking 50, not a stimulant-freak or anything like that to my knowledge, just very poor and stressed.