Yup, 5 days - that's how long I made it. Mike called me and asked me to come by but said he did not have much blow. As I expected, I offered to volunteer my $100 bill I got for my b-day to get more. Even as I was getting ready to go out there, I knew how the night would end up. It was fun for a while, then in the end when the shit ran out, I was disappointed and felt depressed. It's no excuse, but there was another factor that pushed me. My mom's ass-wad boyfriend was supposed to go to his daughter's place last night, so I drove my happy ass home from ML's place thinking I would have the place to myself. Turns out the fucker decided to invite his daughter & obnoxious granddaughter here. I think he did it on purpose to piss me off. I thought about inviting my dad over to piss him off (and possibly scare the fuck out of him).
I love cocaine and sex. There is only one feeling as powerful as that combination, and that is true love and sex (which I've lost several times by now). Ironically, I've lost the latter due to the former. Oh well, fuck it.