love

I was adamantly opposed to drugs. I saw what coke did to my sister, and vowed never to bring that pain unto myself or family. Then I met him. At the age of 20, he was so damn cool, fun, and perfect. WTF was I ever thinking. He was a "recovering" (recovering my ass) coke addict (aka coke, crystal, g, e...) who I let into my life, and fell madly in love with. (shit, even know it sounds absolutely revolting and pathetic) after changing colleges, getting a DWI, and moving for him, I was able to enjoy the love for what it was...