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I grew up in Redfern and Surry Hills. Growing up I saw many of my school mates and other kids from my neighbourhood fall to the needle. I cannot count the number of times I called for ambo's to people who had overdosed. My parents had me do a first aide course as a kid - twice I ended up using these skills to help people in terrible trouble from overdosing. And calling the ambo's to pick up the dead.
I also grew up with these drug dealers. Peddlers of death I call them. Everyone knew who these scumbags were. Crap, I even had a punch up with one of these pricks as a teen. The Sydney Police Centre was ten blocks away from my home, and they were helpless to stop this carnage. I have the utmost respect for the people who wear the uniform. They have nasty job to do sometimes.
Today I still see the way this crap rips families apart and destroys lives. The local junkies keep me on my toes, and wary for my family.
The junkies I pity, and pray for them.
The scum that looks to make money from dealing death, I have nothing for.
A society that has the guts to NOT have the death penalty is a high one. But when I am reminded of the saddness and death that surrounded me growing up, I do sometimes wonder.
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