my mother gave me 2 great gifts, cocaine and sex. she was a prostitute who would fuck for whatever drug she could get (she died last year from years of partying all the time). i follow in her steps, living for pleasure. i know i'm an addict but i don't care i love it. i will never hit rock bottom. not that there hasn't been bat times, iv been to hospital more than once for collapsing from exhaustion and caught chlamydia and and it's hard to get high enough to sleep for more than an hour and im really underweight but i don't care.

but when its good its so good, iv had weeks where my mind went all hazy and my whole body felt like it was floating in a warm ocean, and there have been times iv been used for days non stop just sex and as much free cocaine as i need.