Had to take our little chihuahua/corgi mix into the emergency vet last night. Started vomiting, labored breathing/wheezing, pretty low energy and was stumbling around. Tests came back positive for opiates. After a night's stay with some fluids and monitoring, little man is ok.We don't have anything in the house so I'm making an obvious assumption that it has something to do with the rental property across the street that has been identified as a flop house where my wife saw EMTs yanking some dude who OD'd out of a car about a month ago. I haven't really connected the dots as to how they are related but I don't really know how else this could have happened.Junkie fucks can FUCK. OFF.

Heartbreak can fuck off.

When you're doing some drugs and then someone else comes around and you offer them some drugs and they say yes but could they have some and not do them now but some other time (like when they're not with that group of people hanging out). There are exceptions to this, sure, depending on the situation. Like if there's a large quantity available and someone has to drive or something or perhaps it would depend on your relationship with that person. But it's always incredibly weird when people do this. And it's only ever with drugs, never when there's some other thing involved.

im having trouble figuring what kind of drug and drug user this could be..

well in this case drugs in the acidy type