My Own Demise: Part 6

We found Martin about twenty minutes later.It wasn't easy finding him, me being drunk didn't help us at all. He was staked out behind one of the older buildings with a couple of his friends.

They were all sitting on old milk crates smoking and talking by a green dumpster. All four of them looked up as they heard our approach.

I tried to walk straight and stop my head from spinning, but it was no use.

"Hey, Jay." Martin called out with a little nod of his head.

"Hey man." Jay replied letting go of my hand and going up to them. "Long time no see. Where have you been?"

"Here and there. Who's the chick?"

"This is Taylor."

I put up my hand in a little greeting. "Hey."

Martin gave me the once over and nodded his head towards me. The other three guys remained quiet too. Sitting there like they had all the time in the world.

"Whatcha want?" Martin asked throwing his cigarette on the ground and immediatly lighting another.

"What do you have?"

"Come inside."

I followed behind Jay and Martin not wanting to be alone with the others in the alley. We went inside of what looked like a storage room. Boxes were stacked all over the place, litter and dirt gathered on the old plank floor.

"My uncle owns this joint. Let's me hang back here away from everyone." Martin explained. "It's a good place to stash my stuff. You don't see any cops nosin' round the back of a junk store."

"You staying here?" I asked noting a cot shoved up against the dirty wall.

"For now." he answered leaning down to rummage under the unmade bed.

Among the dust bunnies there was a hidden lock box. He pulled it out, layed it on the bed and unlocked it.

"I have some really good hash."

"Got any crank or H?"

"I got some crank, Don't handle heroin no more."

"Show me what you got."

He held up a bag of white powder and Jay took it. He examined the package and then handed him some money. Martin counted it and stuck it in his pocket.

I peered down into his box at the weed,bags of powder, and pills. I thought about buying something. Jay hadn't took any of my money nor did he say anything about it all day.

I'd already tried pot and a shroom, What harm would trying something else be?

I wasn't addicted.

I wasn't a drug addict.

I might have been playing with fire, but I didn't think I would get burned and I wasn't planning to.

Martin told me what was what. I acted like I had bought before. When Jay and I left I had a little baggie of cocaine tucked in the bottom of my purse.

It was expensive, but Martin told me it was well worth it. Jay told me I had to share. He'd never had cocaine before. It would be a first for both of us.

I didn't know what it would do. I don't really know why I bought it. All I knew was that as soon as I got back home I was gonna get blown outta my mind.