Chapter One: A not so new beginning
Cocaine. Its one of those things that make you appreciate being alive, the sensation of that fire spreading through you like a mind blowing orgasm, minus the following awkward morning. The fire starts off small and unnoticeable and then youll feel it like a jet plane taking off from the runway, the earth shaking around you as you begin your ascend. The heightening of your senses, the smirk that tilts your lips, the awareness of the power you hold. I love it.
There are many things that Im not proud of, for instance; Im not proud of the fact that the guy sitting next to me on this couch is soon going to be under me on this couch. Dont get me wrong I think hes cute but lets face it hes not the type of guy Ill ever have a serious monogamous relationship with. Not like with him. Reid Garwin was purely my fuck buddy, and we both liked it like that. I came over to his house purely for the cocaine and his company.
Tonight was different though and we both knew it, tonight as the coke slowly melded into our blood and brain I was angry, angry at myself and at life. I was broken and everything seemed like it was happening to someone else and I watched from the first balcony. To understand, you have to hear the whole story of my fucked up tale.
Play judge and jury as it were.
He broke me and now Reid and my white powder friend would put me back together.