From: pez@manhattan.com (Gizmo) Subject: The Adventures of Smacks Past (Part 11) Dead Men Tell No Tales Date: 1996/09/20 newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard Now this is one of my favorite, albeit a bit macabre "adventure." I believe it happened around 1978/79. I had fallen back into doing heroin again and of course was strung out. One day I met a guy, who will call Jim, at a methadone clinic, to buy some meth from. Jim was a okay guy and we hit it right off. I bought the 60mgs from him and exchanged phone numbers. A few months later, I called him to see if he wanted to do some dope with me. I went to his house and we went and scored and that was that. About a month or so later, I was in the neighborhood again, so I stopped by to say hello. But when I knocked on the door, his mother answered and told me he had died a few weeks ago! Died, I asked? Yes, his mother said, he had a heart attack or something. Well, since he was dead, I left. I forgot about it in short order. After all I didn't know him that well anyway. Then one night, a few months later, me and my ex-wife were scheming for a way to get some money to buy dope and while brain storming together, the little light bulb came on! Bing! I looked at my ex-wife and said, "come on, get your coat, we're going for a ride." Once in the car, I filled her in on my grand plan. I told her the story of Jim and how I met him at the clinic etc. I told her that he died a couple of months ago. She was looking at me like I was a little weird. Just a little. Well, I laid out the grand plan. I told her that we were going to go over to Jim's house. Once there, she would have to go up to the door and ask for Jim. Since his mother had already met me once, I couldn't do it. I filled her in on as much detail as I could about what little I knew from conversations, about Jims life. I told her to ask for Jim. When the parents told her that he had died a few months ago, she was to act shocked, then sad, then she was to keep acting shaken and gradually tell the parents that Jim had owed her some money. About $400. And that's the reason she was there to collect it, as she needed it for rent. Well, as luck would have it, they bought her story and although we did not get any money that night, a couple of nights later, we went back and his parents gave her the $400. I guess we should have made it $4,000. But hell, I was trying to be decent, right? Copyright Gizmo 1996