Wow. The way you described it was very.. descriptive
Down to the album cover he put the coke on, nice!
Reminded me a LOT of an old friend of mine. His name was Tom Moriarty (I can say his name because he is dead to me
)
I was about to write the story, but I can actually save myself the time and effort by summing it up pretty quickly. You miss the atmospheric story and dramas, but the punch line is there! (i'll most likely get sucked into delivering the long version, lol)
Apparent 'best friend' for about 5 years. Started off hating each other, he thought i was an introvert spastic (probably am) and I thought he was an arrogant and far too confident, but we were in the same social smoking degenerate group. He was the suave, cool intelligent bullshit-artist who span stories and insults and verbal debates like pristine cobwebs in his metaphorical house built of inadequacy.
Anyway, we became close friends, began committing crimes together, thought we were both the 2 funniest people in the world, the two wittiest, coolest, funniest drug dealing drug using drug associated drug obsessed litterate thinking next-level future minded kindred souls that ever walked the earth. or so I thought. He was actually a clinical psycopath. Lied manipulated and used everyone and I was on the front line, aiding and abetting, being manipulated myself into being the right hand man to a meth distribution instigated by him and his other 'friends'
Blah blah blah long story short (after a lot of emotional neglect and abuse and manipulation and broken promises) (sounds like a true Bromance) the catalyst was eventually that he came to my house crying (should have been a warning sign go off in my head, because psychopaths can't cry like we do) saying that he was $400 in debt to his meth dealer (charming...
) and said that nude photos of him were on his ipad which was being held random until he payed his meth dealer.
Guess what I heard a few weeks later? He tried the same trick on everyone else he knew, and had a massive meth smokeup with his 'new' group. Some losers out the front of a crackhouse in their mid-20s, nothing but half a deck of smokes and some loose pennies, loose change, loose tempers and loose chatter, loose lips sink ships and i went hatter! (mad) cracked the shits, flipped skitz and get this, the fucking prick thought that i was the weakest of all his links, but i got him back, had his house rolled from the front to the back, veranda kicked in and a violent crash, windows shattered and lost, dvds and drugs missing for what? for peace of mind? what a decent time to sit and reflect and just unwind. I kicked back while people i knew and trusted could roll through, taking whatever they wanted from whoever they could. Lit up a smoke, watched patterns in smoke flicker backwards and forth, called the pollice, had pounds of weed uncovered and caught, pills in orange bottles, xannies and needles in quivers, drug phones and multiple triggers.
fucker is in jail now and I got out.
BOOM!
I just took it for granted that this is how things were. I accepted everything. Now I look back and think "holy shit'.
^