One of the things I made sure to do to make sure I wasn’t a complete social outcast was to go to parties on weekends. I felt so in tune with this girl. The cocaine was coursing through my veins, and my heart was pumping like there was no tomorrow. “Fuck, yeah, okay!!” I agreed. I’d been feeling numb for weeks. I thought I loved her. I was blown away, in both senses of the word. “How did you sleep?” I asked, concerned. You wanna know a secret?” I tempted. I brought her into the house, where the band was 10 times louder than outside. One time, I was getting ready for a party held by one of my friends, a muso and well known drug dealer, his name was Zach. I picked her up and lay her down on the bed, as I looked at her, in all her beauty. Tonight was a starry night, clear skies and the clean, crisp November air was breathing through us. “What is it, babe?” I said, trying to slow
