Notes From The Underground...

December 31, 1999. My champagne tinted 1981 Impala lies in the driveway dead, depleted. I gave her a hard run. A couple crashes, a few dead deer, and the pedal to the floor the whole time. But for a vehicle of her years, she handled a lot and would soon be revived. For tonight though she laid in a coma. There were things to be done though. Christ what was I going to do, just sit at home all night? At this time my brain was a little skewed due to a couple of variables. Just one month prior, I was one target of eight in what my local narcotics task force called “Operation Big Elf” which is as follows:

POLICE REPORT

8 arrested in 4-month undercover drug sting
§MEMBERS OF the Bayshore Narcotics Task Force
have charged eight people with various drug charges
after an undercover sting called Operation The Big Elf, police said.

Lt. Rocky Morrow, task force commander, said
the arrests are a result of a four-month operation
by undercover officers who bought various narcotics
including heroin, cocaine, and marijuana during the
operation.

Morrow said those charged are considered
to be some of the larger street dealers in the
Bayshore area.

Charged were: Chaka Diggs, 20 and Shayne
Diggs, 19 both of Red Bank; Mark O’Reiley,
19, Keansburg; Xavier Conti, 18 Colts Neck;
and Marcus Wilde, 19, Tinton Falls, each with
possession of marijuana, possession with
the intent to distribute and distribution of
marijuana. Also charged were Abu Shillelagh,
20 Keansburg, conspiracy to distribute
controlled dangerous substances and use of
a paging device to distribute controlled
dangerous substances; Rolo Wolf, 20, Port
Monmouth, possession of heroin, possession with
the intent to distribute and distribution of
heroin; and David Alexander, 27, Red Bank,
possession of cocaine, possession with the
intent to distribute and distribution of cocaine.

Morrow said additional charges are expected.

After the impact hit of being charged with these crimes I really didn’t give a shit about much. On top of this new mindset of fuck it all, I had recently acquainted myself with a new drug that put me in a temporary state of psychosis. It was D.X.M. Short for Dextromethorphan. What it is, is like a middle ground between Ketamine and P.C.P. Now K, DxM, and Dust are what comprises the disassociative drug group. K, which you snort or shoot will put you into a highly relaxed state, make your legs feel like Jell-O, and sometimes make your mouth taste like plastic. Dust is usually smoked and rarely ingested; this shit will take you to outer stratosphere, and it produces strong hallucinations and sometimes loss of motor functions. DxM (which is much less known) is actually the ingredient in Robotussin cough syrup, a highly psychoactive substance lurking in your neighborhood pharmacy. In small doses, it will soothe a cough, but in high doses, you will be taken to another world within the dark reaches of your mind. This place is sometimes fun to visit, but you wouldn’t want to move in and drop your bags on the floor. Well, I dropped my bags.