Thursday, December 15, 2005
It was too good to be true...
When we first started living together we discovered some things about each others past. We both discovered that we each had a history of drug abuse. Specifically cocaine and more to the point, crack cocaine. She knew my feelings on the stuff, I never wanted to see it again. Ever!
Well, one night at the tavern a so-called friend of hers drops by. He happens to be a coke dealer, and when he asks us if we want to buy some, i flatly refuse. The night goes on, and after a few more drinks, my guard is down, and I end up buying some. That was a big mistake.
From that point on, we started cooking it, then eventually graduated to just buying crack. It was too convenient for us to get, as we lived in a crack neighbourhood. It was everywhere once you knew where to look.
At this point, I had a very good job, earning nearly $100,000 a year. I paid child support, covered our rent and expenses and still had plenty to party with. As well, I sold my half of my house to my wife and netted a fair chunk of change.
This is where we started to get stupid with it.
Well, one night at the tavern a so-called friend of hers drops by. He happens to be a coke dealer, and when he asks us if we want to buy some, i flatly refuse. The night goes on, and after a few more drinks, my guard is down, and I end up buying some. That was a big mistake.
From that point on, we started cooking it, then eventually graduated to just buying crack. It was too convenient for us to get, as we lived in a crack neighbourhood. It was everywhere once you knew where to look.
At this point, I had a very good job, earning nearly $100,000 a year. I paid child support, covered our rent and expenses and still had plenty to party with. As well, I sold my half of my house to my wife and netted a fair chunk of change.
This is where we started to get stupid with it.
# posted by Alan @ 12:49 PM 
