The Three

Jason

I'm not even going to start this thing off with, "Dear Diary" or "Dear Journal" or whatever the hell it is. It's a goddamn book I should write in to distract me from cocaine. Maybe I'll start it off like this:

Dear Book That Needs To Distract Me From The Drug I Love,

Yeah. I'll call it that. If you think about it, it makes no sense at all. Writing about cocaine to help me think about something else other than cocaine. Moron. My mom can be so stupid sometimes. Actually. No. She's stupid all the time. She's the one who introduced me to cocaine in the first place and now she wants me to quit? Mom, maybe you should be writing in this "bullshit book"...not me.

I have nothing else to write about so maybe I'll write down what my day consisted of:

"Jason, did you do your homework?" Mr. Cocksucker asked. His actual name is Mr. Blanch but Cocksucker fits him well.

"Nope," I said with no care in the world.

"And why not?" Why does he ask this? He knows he's going to get the same exact answer each and every time.

"Because I didn't want to," I said as everyone in the room laughed. Well, everyone except Mr. Cocksucker.

The bell rings for lunch. Finally I can stuff my face...with drugs.

"Yo, Jason, want a hit?" My best friend said. Justin, I love that kid to death. He supplies me with any drug he can get his clingy hands on.

"Duh dipshit. When don't I?"

"Why don't we just ditch our other classes and go to your house?" He was already high. You could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me," I said before taking another hit off the blunt.

The whole way to the house we smoked and listened to Nirvana. When we got to the house I walked in first to make sure my mom wasn't home. She's probably off screwing some random dude with herpes.

"Alright. We're good," I yelled to Justin. When we got inside I walked to the kitchen to get two drinks.

We made our way upstairs to my bedroom. As we walked in I turned and closed the door and locked it.

After about two minutes of silence Justin said, "You ready, bro?"

"Hell yeah," I said with a smile, as we both began taking our clothes off.

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"Man. Having a gay best friend is great. I can be as curious as I want and not worry about you telling anyone," said Jason, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't think you're curious dude. I think you're gay. Well at least bisexual," I said as I slid the condom off my dick.

"Yeah. You're probably right," he laughed. "Well I got to go bud. I'll see you tomorrow at school," he said as he kissed me. The kiss lasted a good five seconds.

"Yeah. See ya," I said.

It's been 30 minutes since he's been gone and I wanna fuck him again.

I don't think the cocaines my problem. I think it's the sex.

Holy shit! I'm a sex addict!

Well...that's a way to distract me from the drug I love, huh?