BJ

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    BJ was my drug dealer. He was a low level dealer in the local gay drug scene. He gave me drugs to sell in order for me to be able to survive. If it wasn't for BJ, I would have spent a lot more time on the actual streets than I was already. The time period that I worked for BJ I didn't have to be on the streets really. I always had drugs to use and sell. I sold just enough to get me another night at the hotel plus some money to give to BJ.

    BJ wasn't just my drug dealer though. He was a friend who I could count on. Even though he often wasn't able to count on me. I dropped the ball plenty of times. 

    BJ started providing me directly when I was staying at The Link Hotel. Everyday I would see him for a pick up and/or a drop off. BJ had his own place to live, but he often stayed at The Link as well. You see, he had a roommate that didn't know that he was dealing drugs. It was convenient having BJ there at The Link.

    The most memorable part of my relationship with BJ was when I was no longer staying at The Link any longer. Long story short, I ended up getting contacted by the Hotel Manager, who knew me by name. He was known for being a complete dick to most people, especially the tweakers. He ends up banning me from the property. I then moved into America's Best in Fort Lauderdale, which was about a mile north on US 1 from The Link Hotel. I eventually find out that two days after I got banned from The Link, the Fort Lauderdale Sheriffs Department raided the facility. 

    I got the hook up at America's Best because Mary's ex-boyfriend worked as the manager there. 

    By this point in my using of crystal meth, the paranoia started to become more and more severe and more and more regular. BJ was still supplying my drugs and I still had customers, but I was now looking over my shoulder all the time now thinking the police we're coming for me. 

    This one time, when I was extremely high, I walked up the road to Target. I started to think that I was being followed throughout the store and it escalated to me pulling out my phone on the way back to the motel and calling BJ on Facebook Video Chat. I told him just to watch my cam. That I think I am being followed. I truly felt like I was being followed. 

    When I got back to my room, BJ tells me to wipe my phone and laptop of anything that would put me in jail, that it was for my best based on what he saw. This obviously freaked me out. I started to panic. Hung up the video call with BJ, and immediately did a factory reset on my phone and my laptop. 

    After a few days, everything got quiet again for me thankfully. 

    During my stay at America's Best, I became a daily zoomer in the PNP zoom rooms. 

    I made a friend in NYC from Zoom who invited me to come visit him in NYC. This is exactly what I need I thought. A vacation. So I took what money I had, which should have went to BJ, and I bought a plane ticket to LaGuardia International Airport.


    

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