From: Jackson Subject: Base houses Date: 1996/11/05 newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard I was "Introduced" to two Base houses and several shooting Galleries by a Prostitute that went there after every "John" from my clinic. Those places were weird. The Base houses would have spotters with Walkie-Talkies that were on every corner into that Den. There were bars on the window and they had this Huge guy that woulkd Frisk you when you came in. A"Spotter" at the Gate would Hustle us out of our cars and we would run into the old house. They had a special Base House Squad at the time and when the spotters would see a cop at all they would yell out 5-0 or 99. With That the Iron grating was locked then the door was cross braced with two by fours across in four places.Just to buy Time thats all,because they would get in there eventually. They had opened up their weapons already in one Base house as a gun was thrown out the window,so they were trigger Happy as the Miami Police Dept.is anyway,and Corrupt. So the smokers were stuck in there on occasion as a cruiser was spotted a block away and then we would be hustled out real fast being white in that area. An Elderly Women had rented out the bottom floor for a pretty penny no doubt. Inside there was like a Candy Counter glass case with what ever size you wanted sealed in plastic on the Glass top counter $5-$500 pieces. Beside this table was an old oil drum that stank bad. It had Battery acid(Sulfuric Acid) in it so the Glass table top was tipped into the acid and gone. Anyway they would give you a brand clean Glass pipe with new steel wool(Not those tubes either) and a large Propane burner. That was one of the First of many a day that I spent in that spooky house. It was dark and everybody would tip toe and whisper.There would be several rooms and somes had girls doing anything for a hit off of that glass Dick. They also sold Caps of some mean ass coke at $10 a bell ringer. They didn't like me shooting up there but would usually say go ahead. If they caught anyone cleaning the Pipes the would beat the shit out of you and you weren't allowed back. They would rinse them in a solvent like Petrol Ether,let it evaporate and resell the cleanings for half price as Rosin! There was always some character in there that would try to show you how to smoke it just right,as they got their big ol hit. But there was an Art to it with the Proper tools. The old Glass water pipe with glass stem,always left dry and heating it to a point and then slowly drawing on the pipe on it's side, until you can't take anymore(As I hold my Breath?). This one guy would reach into an inside pocket of his jeans and would replace the crusty ol coke residue Pipe stem with a clean one and he also had a wire in his belt to scrape the sides of the pipe body! One day I was all out of drug at the "House" and one of the regulars there told me to go to ol Joes place a Pawn shop a few blocks away.The pawn shops did very well in the area! This is when I was just getting started on Coke the second time after a ten yr. absence.I had never needed to go to pawn shop and that night I sold all my tools and my tools were my life! So I didn't know you were supposed to at least chase it with some booze or Valium at the least.I drove home from Downtown Miami(20 miles) crying all the way.I forgot about the crash.That was before my Paranoia got out of hand. The Paranoia seemed to almost progress the longer you did it.So I never got pulled over in those places though I had an old magnetic "Courier" sign on the side of my car left over from a job and would look lost if I came upon a cop.It was like a few blocks outside of Downtown,Hence Overtown.You know,where they Murdered those poor German Tourists at the on ramp to the Expressway in Miami. Hey one block off that I-95 and under it,lurks evil doings. They used to put out boards with nails in them on I-95 and wait for the poor unsuspecting motorist.Most people fly right over it all but it's down there,in the mire.BOOO !! Jackson