Helen arrives at my parent’s house at 9:00 AM sharp every morning. I have learned to drive over at this time and Helen will give me extra cokes (Can you tell I am coke obsessed? It’s just part of my obsessive compulsive nature). Mom usually doesn’t stir till around lunch so I can get away with this.
Well, today I had a close call with my addictions. I had to use the bathroom so I used dad’s. Curiosity killed the cat as they say and I looked in his medicine cabinet. OH MY! There were Lortabs, Oxycontin, Aprozolam, Etc. It was a literal cornucopia for an addict. It was the hardest thing I have ever done to resist taking a few pills; just enough where he would never notice it. I walked out of the bathroom with a tear in my eye. Helen was vacuuming the hall.
“Baby?” she said as she turned off the vacuum. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I have,” I replied cryptically. “The ghosts of my past.”
I will be honest and say I sat in my car for a good thirty minutes with it running debating on going back in and getting me some pills. I wanted nothing more than to spend today fucked up beyond measure. I finally drove home feeling like a schmuck, but a victorious schmuck. Boy, do I have a tale to tell George today on the phone. He will understand completely what I just went through.