I had heard about this great party scene at a party. A house party in Macon. Of course I was going to go. It was a blast. I went outside to make out with this guy and saw the longest looking man I've ever seen. He was sitting on a tailgate with a dog. The dog growled at me. I'd come to love that dog and that man.
The man had the bluest eyes the tannest skin and the blondest curliest hair. He was so beautiful. And I wasn't just drunk thinking that. His name was Jackson but everybody called him jack. His brother Davis was the one who throws the party's and party's aren't really Jack's scenes. Jack was of course older than me most every one I hung around with were. I found talking with older people helped me learn valuable lessons and of course I was underage so there was that too.
After that party I kept coming back. Not for the party's or the booze or even sex. I came back to talk to him. And it wasn't long before I could just go hang out with him without drinking without any of my normal coping strategies. We simply just hung out.
I was slowly healing. Jack made everything better. He was my paradise.
