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No one wants to suffer. No one wants to be lonely. No one wants to live in fear. No one wants to lose everything. No one wants their heart ripped to shreds. No one wants to be sick. And, no one wants to die. But these things happen in life. So the least we can do is be there for others, as we would like others to be there for us. — Bryant McGill
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Cocaine Blues
Table for two at your girlfriends favorite restaurant. The candles are lit and the wine is poured. When appetizers arrive he says excuse me I need to go and run to the restroom. I follow not wanting to be alone at the table with two women I hardly know, saying something about how I have to go too, not knowing what is about to transpire. Where upon entering the room he pulls out of his pocket a container of the finest cocaine that money can buy or so he says. He is supposed to be straight, he is getting married in a few weeks to someone who adores him and thinks he has his act together. Why? He is fucked up and no one knows except me now because he turns to me and offers me a pinch, which I accept politely not thinking of the results of this entire scene being played out in the restroom. As we are about to return to the table he turns and says "don't say a word", I'm like "yeah sure..." The problem with that statement was that as soon as I sat down and looked at my date who I had only known for a few weeks and who had invited me to spend the weekend with her and her friends who were just recently engaged was that I started laughing uncontrollably because that was some good ass shit...The other problem was that this dude (who I had just met by the way) turns out was a pathological liar and had convinced these women that he had kicked his habit and was ready to settle down and get married to this innocent beautiful woman. Well, needless to say very soon after the laughter started the whole fucking table exploded into a scene of holy shit madness, these women went apeshit and not just at him (who fucking totally deserved it) but at me too for the insane reason that I was with him when he did it. Shit, that dude was getting high the whole fucking time with or without me but now I was in the middle of WW3 with no escape because this woman had driven me to the restaurant which by the way was about a hundred fucking miles from home. Kind of blew my free high but hey at least she had the decency to drive me back home (in total fucking silence). Whatever happened to the guy and his girlfriend who knows but it's probably a safe bet they didn't get married and a good thing that I blew it at the table cause it was wrong what he was doing to her and it was funny as shit when I sat down. Guess no one else saw it that way...and oh yeah I saw the girl I was with a few years later at a party, she was with some other dude and gave me the dirtiest look, like man still, what the hell did I do, and how was I supposed to know about the guys problem, nobody warned me. If I had known that shit I would have said "dude, thanks but you're on your own" in the restroom. Anyway, I just walked on by and forgot about it until just now...funny how shit happens, you can't make this crazy stuff up if you tried (or maybe you can if you know how)....
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The devil wears many disguises in my case they are usually blonde or brunette about five foot six or seven they don’t wear much makeup and they sure ain’t from heaven…
Robert
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