An Old Friend...  

FemFreak4Fun 31F
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4/23/2006 4:34 pm

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An Old Friend...

I saw an old friend from high school today while I was out and about, and boy, has he changed, drastically.

Back then, he was one of THE hottest guy in the entire school. Tall, muscular, bronzed, I mean he seemed flawless.

He recognized me, and spoke my name which made me turn around to see who it was. I didn't even regcognize him. He's sooo strung out now. He's still tall, but he's skinny as hell, very pale, dark circles around his eyes, greasy roughed-up looking hair, he looks awful now.

He and I never had a relationship, just a few makeout sessions, but nothing more than that. He was the sweetest guy, and girls used to stick to him like glue. He had a nice car, at the time a brand new Honda Accord, but when I saw him today, he was getting out of a very rusty Dodge Shadow. He had goals, and had started to pursue them so I had heard, but Crystal Meth changed all of that.

I was sorta embarrassed not recognizing him, and he picked up on that because he said, 'I know I look different from the last time we saw each other.' That was only 3 yrs ago. It's crazy how so much can change in what seems to be so little time.

We talked for a while, and I sympathize with him, because he is so disappointed in himself. He knows he screwed up, but he can't stop it, at least not alone. I asked him had he ever considered going into rehab. He said that he always thinks about rehab, but fears that rehab won't fix the problems going on inside his head, and the end result would be a relapse.

I honestly think that the most part of him wants to continue doing drugs so he can have an excuse. An excuse not to work and pay bills, or not to be in a relationship, or be responsible for anything. He talks as if he's given up, but he's only 22, and that's not old at all.

I say he needs to stop being lazy and get his life back together. People think of suicide all the time. Believe it or not, I have myself. I've never been on drugs, but I've been at the bottom, the very bottom, and it ain't fun.

So anyway, we exchanged numbers, because he asked could he call me when he felt the need to talk. He was a pretty good friend back in high school, so I'm hoping he can get himself straight so we can be cool as ice like we were before.

Onto a lighter subject, I went to an annual event that goes on here in Richmond yesterday with my sexxiful guy. It was enjoyable, although it rained ALL day long, and the weather was warm, but not as warm as we would have desired. The music was pretty good, I only liked 3 of the 6 bands that played. But overall, I had fun.

Ever get that funny feeling when someone you're really digging touches you in any way? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not in love or anything, but I swear I got that feeling all day yesterday. Good Lordy, it should be a damn crime.

I will be having another steamy rendevouz with my guy next Tuesday. This week is going to pour away as slow as molasses, only because I'm so anxious.

So until next time, be good.



digdug41 49M

4/23/2006 5:39 pm

hey fem I know what your friend is going through although i never did the crystal meth I know what its like to be hooked on coccaine and the lifestyle that comes with dealing it.if he calls you ask him if he would consider going to NA Ithink he may get the help he needs but it is a choice you either want to change or you want to stay the same it is the hardest thing i have ever had to do and i cant say that i am past it although i dont use now but I have to look at my behavior coz thats what its all about and it boils down to choices he is a young guy i did the shit for twenty years so i know what I'm talking about. like I said if he does call you ask him if he would at least go to a meeting coz once the bug is palnted getting high will never be the same. as far as omar tyree goes i think he is the same as eric jerome dickey but I aint that bright on which genre he would fall intothank you for coming to my blog and i hope to see you aroun take care luv

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