April 21, 2019
My name is Chris and I am a recovering addict. This is my story.
The time proceeding the apocalypse was relatively quiet. The calm was deceiving though, for deep within my heart a tsunami was building that would nearly destroy everything I had once held dear.
My drug use initially was limited to cocaine and was truly, in all senses of the word, recreational – for now. I neither craved nor desired it until the one day I could not buy and that is when Crystal introduced herself to me.
Oh she was cunning.
She was always there. She was just waiting for the opportune time. She was oh so seductive.
There was a sensuality and sexiness about her as I exhaled her deadly clouds of vapour playfulness.
And I knew it was wrong.
I knew if I invited her in she would never leave. I knew the deceitful cowardly bitch would not hesitate to strike me down when she grew tired of me.
But … people liked me when she was with me. I was focused, amicable, even sexy.
People wanted to be around me. They sought me out.
I, for the first time, was popular.
I had found my crowd among the crystalline clouds.
But I had to stop. I knew I would not be able to keep up financially nor physically for that matter. Staying awake for 3 days takes its toll.
So I tried to stop, but Crystal did not like that very much and had other plans for me.
