This patient openly admitted to me that they used to pimp whores, slang dope and smoked “a little” crack. This nigga said “a little” crack.

They said “yeah I used to smoke a little crack here and there i ain’t gon lie. but I had to kick that shit. crack is way too expensive. other than that it’s cool”... nigga was casually smoking crack.

Then they pull out a wallet & start showing me pictures of their favorite whores that died as if they were family photos. I shit you not

“Yeah Tameka. She was a good whore. Got shot in the head. She was a money maker tho”

“Candy, one of my best runners. isnt she a doll. Got locked up... bitch could fuck too”

“NOW THIS WHORE HERE! SHE WAS MY BEST WE ALWAYS HAD A GOOD ASS TIME. until she died of a heroin overdose”

Then they got upset saying they could’ve saved “the favorite whore’s” life because there was a “salt mixed with ???” filled syringe on top of the fridge that coulda resuscitated her?

Idk but at this point i’m like ight dawg grab the walker we got shit to do. We can talk about your GTA lyfestyle while we practice some stairs.

We talking about discharge plans now. Where are they gonna go after the hospital? Elderly person. ALL of their family was dead. Nigga said “I’m going back to detroit, I still got some bitches there and I got a bitch here that can take me there”

Moral of the story: Crackheads really ARE immortal