CHAPTER 4 THINGS GET CRAZY

CHAPTER 4 THINGS GET CRAZY

So after Luisa and I broke up I went into a huge funk. I found out that she was now dating the guy that she hooked up with and that just pissed me off even more. Now this may seem like a double standard to some but I considered my act with Natalie just a sex fling and I could not get over the fact Luisa was actually dating someone already. Besides I was in a different zip code than her so according to man law I wasn’t even technically cheating. For a while all I can do is picture my girl with a new man, them holding hands walking down south beach all happy and shit, I couldn’t get that sight out of my head for some reason. I actually started to understand those “we’re broke up and you did me wrong” songs, I would go out of my way to listen to all of them. For the next two weeks all I did was work and when I wasn’t working I was sitting in my room smoking pot and coming up with a million things I would say to Luisa if we ever bumped into each other. Needless to say but that was not a fun experience and I was truly in a lot of hurt. So what do I do, well the only logical thing I could think of at the time, I turn to the Miami nightlife to sooth my pain.

I started working more which led to more partying which led to me dropping all my classes and that in turn led me back to more partying. I start drinking more and more and have discovered like Ron Burgundy I love scotch, scotch scotch scotch. So back to the party scene in Miami and even though I hate to quote the same movie twice I will. Because Burgundy also would say when in Rome and when in Miami well…. You blow cocaine. Yes I have been introduced to that sexy bitch snow white and I liked her. That sweet spine tingling sensation when you snort a nice line of cocaine and then swing your head up holding your nose shut just for a second then taking another big sniff of air just so you can suck up the leftovers in your nose hairs. THAT FEELING RIGHT THERE, is the feeling I always loved So just like that things were getting very crazy for me, my all night partying turned into two or three day bingers.

During the next 4-5 months I work a lot to help support my bad habits, which by now were even more than just weed and coke. I start to try pills for the first time, half of which I wasn’t even sure what they were. I even did some ecstasy but that was never my forte. Now mind you during this phase I was hanging out with some crazy ass dudes that could get any drug at anytime so it was just so easy to party all the time. Also Miami has what seems to be an endless supply of coke sluts, and I was on the rebound so I try to hook up with every single one of them. Now there was some trash and some honorable mentions but there is no need to go through the list. Anyway my cocaine issue is getting worse, it’s not like I was waking up every day and blowing huge Tony Montana lines in bed but every time I went out I wanted some blow and each time I wanted more and more.

Also this is the first time I discovered Xanax and Klonopin, they are anti-anxiety pills that would help me sleep after the partying was over. There really is nothing worse than lying in bed with your eyes wide open, no one around and no more coke. After you’ve been up for about two days all your body wants to do is sleep but all your mind wants to do is think, it truly sucks. I still remember the turning point, one day after a long binger I was laying in my bed and I didn’t have any pills so I just could not sleep. I had to be at work pretty soon but all I was worried about was the fact that I was hitting rock bottom. I felt like complete shit, I was the biggest loser in the world and I didn’t want to live like this anymore. So what could I do? On that very day I decide to go back home, back to DC, back to boring. I called out of work and spend the whole day planning my move back up 95 north. I figured I would just run away from my problems, this was before I realized just how fast my problems were.

Luckily my lease in my apartment was on a month to month by this point, so I could plan a quick escape from this Heaven/Hell we call Miami. I spend the next three weeks trying to sober up and surprisingly enough I was pretty good about it. I’m not sure if it was because I was just so fed up with my lifestyle or the fact that I was so busy trying to get everything together for the move but I actually stopped doing all those drugs. This was when I first realized the difference between addicts and binge users because I know for a fact some of my friends could not have just stopped partying like I did on their own. I was proud of myself and just about ready for the hike up north, but just before I leave I meet someone very interesting.

A buddy of mine from Virginia had two friends that had planned a trip to Miami about a week before I was leaving. These two girls, who were supposedly very good looking, needed a place to stay so of course I offered my humble abode. Well the girls seemed to be very nice and yes they were definitely hot, unfortunately I was so caught up in my own crazy life and getting ready for my move the three of us rarely had a chance to chill. But in the little time that we did spend together I noticed something about one of them. Her name was Layla and it wasn’t just that she was hot or had the most perfect pair of toes I had ever seen, it was more than that, something was different about her. She was, well to put it in one word crazy, and to put it in more than one word the most amazing person I had ever met. Mind you I got all this from only a few hours of hanging out with this girl so there were no real sparks just mere interest, and sadly nothing came out of it the girls were way too into their vacation and I was way too into my move for us to spend any time together. Soon Layla and Parisa leave to go back to VA. I wasn’t too far behind them myself so a couple days after they leave I pack up my life again and get ready to head up north. So why did I bring all this up? Am I a bad narrator like Robert Downey JR in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, well that is for you to decide and for me not to care about.

Now I’m back on the road again, I had made this 1000 plus mile journey a few times and it sort of became a reflection period for me. Unfortunately this time I was driving back for good and it was a very sad depressing reflection. I felt like I accomplished nothing in my time in Florida and not only that but between my bad relationship and Miami partying I picked some bad habits. So here I was driving back to the NOVA/DC area and about to move in with my parents. O my God I was moving back in with my parents what a reject cliché. I guess you would ask why I would put myself through this and leave a great place like Miami, and the answer is simple I had to. I had no choice I knew my life was literally snowballing into a bad future and like a poker player folding a very good hand to a great hand I was wisely getting out.


CHAPTER 5 THE PLAN