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Chapter 13

I became best friends with a waitress there, and she was the prettiest girl I had ever met. We never hooked up. She was strictly all into men. Although I fantasized about her a lot, she never knew, and I don’t even think she knew that I had even been with girls. I never ever came on to them, they always pursued me.

She lived with this Middle Eastern guy who was loaded and was a major drug dealer. Selling kilos of coke, none of the small stuff which was why he probably never got busted, he only dealt with maybe one or two people, but we had an unending supply. He didn’t do it himself. It was also why he was very successful and smart.

He gave us each an eight ball for Christmas, and it was the first time I ever freebased. I didn’t think I’d like it since I didn’t like smoking marijuana. But this was a completely different and very dangerous addicting high.

It was incredible. The worst part is you always wanted more. The comedown was brutal and would do almost anything to get more. Fortunately, I was able to control myself. I had seen people beg borrow and steal just to get more.

One time, years later when I was with my second husband, we went to his friend’s house to get high, and his apartment was completely empty. I found out he had sold everything he owned to get high.

I made enough money to afford it and never ever lost anything to it. I never spent my rent money or traded a possession for it. The only thing I did do once in a while was spend money on it that I had saved for something else. I remember a dining table I wanted and had money put aside for it but bought coke with it instead. But I quickly made it back to buy it. Anyway, that’s a further chapter. Back to my best friend with our extreme coke habit.

We eventually met these two guys we started hanging out with a lot, one that was head over heels with my friend and never did drugs himself, but he also had a lot of money and always supplied the party favors whenever we hung out with him.

He was very respectful, though, and never tried to take advantage of her like a lot of drug dealers would do, getting girls hooked knowing they would eventually give in to their come on for more. That never happened to us. I knew I would never stoop that low. I drew the line at that. But giving myself away for free was probably way worse.

Eventually, I hooked up with his friend, and one night, I went there to see him; he was the other guy’s roommate. He wasn’t home, so his roommate, the one that supplied us and was in love with my friend, let me in to wait for him in his bedroom and fell asleep in his bed.

When he returned, he had no idea I was there and came home with another girl. We were both shocked because we had no idea about each other, so we couldn’t get mad at each other but instead hooked up with each other. Then on New Year’s Eve, we took off together. I had just enough gas to get us to Phoenix, where I still had friends who let us stay for a while. We immediately found a job stripping at a club downtown called the Alaskan Bush Company.