Dating the drug dealer was exactly like his product, it was fun at first, exciting even.
You had a good time. You do some more.
After a while you realize the scooped out feeling of your nostril, the subtle withdrawal leaving you angry with no appetite, the crash, the inevitable crash isn’t worth it. It’s actually draining and cuts into time better spent. You are the company you keep, but more importantly the things you do. And boy was this man the living embodiment of that.
Overall I enjoyed the experience until I didn’t. I do wish we had more sex, but everything happens for a reason. Plus he’s the type to kill me in a rage, like the movie Carmen. If he can’t have me nobody can.
