By freshmen year, I was steadily dating my boyfriend, who was now a senior. I was popular because I had the connection for all the party drugs. You see, when you sell one type of drug, you end up meeting clients with the hook up for other drugs. Things did not get weird until one afternoon, my boyfriend pulled a little baggie outta his pocket with a clear substance that looked like shards of glass....
"Hey babe", he said with a smirk, " you think your coke is fire? Well, try this".
He pulled out a glass pipe and put some of the tiny particles in it, struck it with a lighter and put it to my lips.
Inhale, exhale....
Rush. I felt my head spinning. I suddenly felt awesome. It was like nothing I'd ever felt....
Inhale, exhale....a cloud of smoke filled his bedroom. It had an odd chemical smell, but I liked it. I suddenly felt important, sexy, smart, energetic....
Wow. What is this stuff. The next thing I remember was we were in bed having sex, which seemed like only a few minutes. But before I knew it, it was midnight. He threw me my clothes and told me know I'd better get home. I dressed quickly and he gave me some to take home. "Hey, you can share this with that speed freak old man you got at home" he said laughing. For some reason the derogatory comment he made towards my uncle didn't seem to bother me. I was just happy to have more at the time.
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Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
