The first girl I ever really "loved" was when I was 14/15 and she was my ex's best friend. the same two girls who introduced me to heroin/and meth were both bestest of friends and older then me by 3 years.
It ended with my then gf dying of a heroin overdose. I was not allowed to attend the funeral because they blamed me, this is what started my fascination with death and drugs full blast. I now cannot even count on two hands the amount of people who have died (may they rest in peace) I won't ever shake the thought of how awesome it was for me at that time in my life. they helped me lose weight (thanks cocaine) gain some confidence in who I was as a person and showed me how to be a callous sob.
she passed away just before christmas, and I told her she was going to die the same night she kicked me out. this shit hit me while I was prepping a shot for myself
sorry jess, this game is just like you said. I saw her sister just the past week, shes still clean off dope and we quit together at one point but me I relapsed. shes super cute and still has a smile that can make a man do anything.
I really miss hugging and skipping school to go to the projects for beers and music. we used to have a weds drinking party religiously every week, drank buck a beer brava smoked math and did the cuddles as a group of friends should.
this year was the worst, seen people go from fent od's and also infections from improper IV use.
I still wonder why people gotta go so quick. it is certainly not fair