Swim has recently made several trips to the west side (and one to the south just to look around) to "investigate" and possibly cop some blows. He is from the Chicagoland area fyi. He hasn't had much of any luck. He tried talking to homeless folks, asking random people, and just walking around and scoping stuff out. Through this, he has spent a portion of his cash on bad info and bad bags.
Despite this, he found several spots, but ran into more troubles. His blinding irish whiteness served as a strong deterrent to the fine businessmen of the west side open-air markets. One spot definitely had some good goods due to the number of junkie looking people visiting, and the vast number of people just "standing around". When he attempted to approach who he envisioned to be the money man, the fellow started to walk away, and it was obvious all were sketched out by his presence. Rather than risk completely scaring them or just looking awkward, he decided to keep on walking, and perhaps make another visit with some different duds (he makes it a point to try and look dingy, but he knows he could do a better job). He didn't want to develop a reputation there as some sort of cop/annoyance by pushing the matter. He is hoping they just don't remember him the next time he makes it out there.
Finally, he found someone who was willing to serve him. He has a number and knowledge of the spot now, but the dope was of dubious quality. He tested a bag and felt the first signs of the beautiful opiate high, before buying several more and scampering off. Further experimentation with the substance resulted in intense sedation, pinned eyes, and of course, a sore nose, but little to no actual euphoria. He knows there was some sort of opiate contained within, as he did fail a parent provided drug test, so he guesses it wasn't a complete loss (He wonders if its possible to mess your nose up so bad that you can't really absorb the drug efficiently, he has been inhaling lots of shit bags, and he has been using all manners of nasal sprays and inhalers to keep his nose in snorting condition as of late)
Anyways, he will most likely make many more trips, and waste lots more money (not on purpose ), but he is determined to find some good spots and hooks.
That is all swim really had to say except for this: "Its times like these I wish I had some junkie friends to share in the adventures. Its lonely for a white boy in the ghetto. "