11 PM
The Weeknd
Tonight I was not with my usual crew....I changed things up and decided to hang with Drake and his OVO clique. They were a different crowd... they were similar to my boys, but the only difference was money literally spilled out their pockets and they didn't care what they spent it on.They were never worried of going broke. There was no budget. Drake was your friendly kinda guy. He socialized with everyone around the area we stood at. He even introduced a few other people to be. I guess everyone got the memo that Drake was to appear at club Siren.
You can say I felt a little out of my element. These people were yea regular people, but completely carefree on money blowing. It just kept me fascinated. They all were fucked up....drinking hard liqour and taking all types of drugs from weed, coke, ectascy to oxcycodine. They mixed the chemicals in their bodys I can only imagine that we all look the same inside. I told myself not to get too out of control with the booze and pills....I said pill poppin wasn't my thing, but I lied to myself....
I can slowly feel my body shifting from its normal state. I think I'll be honest now. I was gone. This was dangerous. Surrounded by people that knew nothing about me. The ectascy became me as well as the Hennessey. My death was about to occur or so I felt...Ectascy was a hell of a drug....actually most popular when hittin the club. More like a must have routine.
Most around me seemed like they could hold their liqour.....as for me??? Ha! I left the crew in search for a bitch. A bitch because these were no ladies. They were nasty. They carried themselves without the class of a woman. Did that even exist anymore?....
Drake had said it was "Ladies night". A one night stand seemed more in my favor. I watched the room spin and girls grind on one another feeling up on each other's bodies. I knew they were filled with pills. Most of everyone was. I cocked my head to the side and I focused my eyes on a skinny blonde or red head. I couldn't tell from the lighting wether she was attractive or not, but at this point I didn't think I would mind.....as long as I won't drown and as long as she kept me up all night.
I approached her. The drugs did all the talking. "You look nice...." I looked her up and down and she smiled hard. She wobbled a little bit. This bitch was drunk no doubt. I would take advantage and she would let me... would I be wrong? No, I didn't pass the opportunity. "Let me buy you a drink...you need it." I was lying to her. She didn't need anymore alcohol in her system. She'd probably pass out before I get a nut, but to get her even more drunk or myself would be better.
She didn't answer she just kept smilng. Okay, I figured I got the green light. I crept my hand down her back...I didn't know her. We were strangers both gone which made things easier. She grabbed my hand and without hesitating she pressed her lips against my neck. I pushed myself closer to her so that we can share our heat.
She was making me hard. I held her hand and lured her into the men's room. No questions asked. I rushed with her into one of the stalls and she knew the deal. She pulled down my pants and began licking me down. This bitch was nasty. I didn't have to ask. She proceeded to go deep and long. My knees grew tired from the standing. I was very close to finishing though. I grabbed her head and pushed her to go deeper. She gagged. She as going to take it. I finished. She tried to swap tongues with me. Nope. I buttoned myself up and left her. I wasn't sorry. Sorry for what?
I tried to find my way back to Drakes crew, but It was difficult to walk. My stomach was beginning to reject all the bad substances in my body. I threw up all over the floor. I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. I was dying. Everyime I threw up I could feel my eyes popping out of my head. Why did I drink so much??
Drake-"Whoa man are you good??"
The Weeknd
Some how Drake caught up with me. He watched as I threw up.
Drake-"Damn.....Had enough to drink..."
The Weeknd (drunk talking)
I well hedddd. "Ha! I'm ugh Im gooooood though---" I continued to throw up breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Drake- "yea, we're about to head out before you need an ambulance...."
The Weeknd (drunk talking)
Drake helped me up from the floor. The crew and I headed out the club. Paparazzi flooded the exit trying to get pictures of the Ovo Crew. I've never experienced paparazzi. They wanted to get a flash of me as wellllll since I was "coming up" apparently....I tried to cover my face....I didn't want my identity to get out! Funny thing is I'd still like to make this music.
Drake pushed our way through the crowd trying to get back to the truck. I knew he was used to this life, but I was not. I said this sooooo much.... I wanted to stay on the lo lo lowwww and continue the lifestyle I was living.
Drake-"Aye he's really fucked up help me get him into the truck "
The Weeknd (drunk talking)
"No, Drake I got it for....reallll. No no! Don't touch me.... IM GOOD!" I slapped everyone's hand from me. I wasn't no handicap! Ha! "Ughhh!"
Drake-"Man, calm down... Alright drive out!! Don't throw up on these seats Abel. "
The Weeknd (drunk talking)
...... "Don't throw up on these seats Abel...." Abel?????......
