Never touched a hooker. Blow though, oh boy. In the spring of 2007 I met this cute little 22 year old blonde hottie. I mean this girl was smoking hot and 10 years younger. I look about 10 years younger then I am and we hit it off immediately. About a week into dating I caught her doing blow at a party and she admitted she had a cocaine problem. She asked if I wanted to try it and I said sure. I loved it and soon was doing as much as she was. This girl had her hooks in me good for the whole summer and I am not sure it was nothing more than a physical thing with her, she was this naughty bad girl who had me addicted. She was kinky as hell and we would go to bars, drink, do blow, and sneak into the girls bathroom and have sex in the stalls or other public places. It was like living a pornstar life. Now to understand how financially brutal this can be I need to explain some history, in 99 I was in a bad car wreck hit by a person who stole a cab and was running from police. Lawsuits followed and I ended up with a pretty big settlement. At the start of us dating I had about $60,000 in the bank, a 1974 Plymouth Cuda that was in mint condition, and a lot of other fun toys. That summer is kind of a blur to me now, we went to concerts every week, we had at least an eight ball on us at all times, we partied like Charlie Sheen. There were a few weeks where we were in a friend of hers apartment just listening to music, drinking Jack Daniels, and doing blow for 7 days straight, no food, no sleep. Then you would crash for a day or two and do it again. Our kinky sex went down the drain as well, I had a limp noodle that would not perform 95% of the time. I emptied my whole bank account that sumer, sold the Cuda for $15,000 less than I payed for it, and pawned off just about everything else to feed the demon girl I had mets habit along with my own. I probably would have ended up dead or homeless had a friend of mine I had before all this crap started not found out about it and went to my parents and narced me out. They told me if I did not end it they were going to call the police, disown me, and I would need to pass a drug test to prove to them I was clean after a month. So what did I do? I moved into their basement and didn't leave for anything. The gf tried to call my cell but I answered it once and told her to get lost and never call me again. From what I heard it took her all of a week to find a new victim. I stayed at my parents for 6 months, not going anywhere and being a hermit. I have not done blow since. Blow is a drug you can do the odd time at a party, it makes you not care about any problems, all is right in the universe but given any prolonged use it becomes an always need more thing. If you are close to wasted you can do a few hollywoods and you are good to go, a good way to get alcohol poisoning. I live everyday with regret, how much money I lost, how I had my dream car and I threw it away for some stupid drug. Never again.
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