It's blurry. It all runs together during this time. I can't tell you exact dates. I just remember bits and pieces of it.
I remember he got a black light, and glow in the dark paint. I remember his room always being dark, stereo on, candle lit, cigarette smoke, and us. Drinking, card games, sex.
I remember his friends out in the living room partying, and being walked in on a few times, sometimes on purpose I'm sure. By this point I didn't care. I was drinking every day and night. We didn't sleep. I had to get up around 5 am in order to make it to work, which was in my town. That is, till I just gave that up too.
I felt dirty and broken and lost.
