Damn It All to Hell

Chapter 10

‘So, how do you know Edan?’

“We met in school.”

‘Is Trista safe with him?’

“Edan wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

‘How ‘bout you? Am I safe with you?’

“I don’t know about safe, but I can definitely make you happy.”

Good. That’s what I need right now. ‘Oh, yeah? What makes you say that?’

“Well, you tell me.”

Oh, okay...he’s kissing me. He tastes like beer.

“Do you think I can make you happy?”

I’m not convinced, but he’ll have to do. ‘I’m sure you can.’

“Me too.”

Well, he’s not lacking in the confidence department. ‘Do you have anything to drink at your place?’

“Of course.”

Thank God. I need more to drink before I start to realize I’m just doing this out of jealousy. How did Trista end up with the cute guy she was drooling over earlier? That never happens. It’s not because she’s not pretty -- she’s very pretty -- it’s just that she’s not very good at letting guys know she’s interested. She just sits back and wonders why they’re not all coming up to her and throwing themselves at her feet.

This guy’s not that bad. He seems harmless. We’ll try to have a good time and then we’ll go back to our own lives just the same as before. Of course, I’d be a lot more enthusiastic about this guy if I could get my hands on some E, but who knows how he’d feel about that? I’ll have to work up to that one slowly. If I had some E, I’d wanna fuck all night long. We’ll definitely have to work on that. Hm....

“How do you feel about doing more than just drinking?”

‘What?’ Aren’t we going to his apartment to have sex? I’m confused.

“You know, like something stronger than alcohol.”

‘Like drugs?’ Oops. I hope I didn’t sound too excited.

“Yeah.”

‘What kind of drugs?’

“E.”

‘What kind of E?’

“Don’t know, yet. But we’ll find some.”

‘That’s cool.’ Thank God for small miracles. And trendy drugs. Well, this is starting to go better already. If he’d said pot, I don’t know what I would’ve said. I hate pot. Everyone I’ve ever known to smoke pot couldn’t do anything other than smoke pot. It’s not one of those things people do occasionally. It’s either everyday or never, with the possible exception of people like me who try it a few times just to know what it’s like. Pot is such a boring drug. It puts you into a trance, where all you want to do is stare at things with your mouth wide open till you realize you’re hungry and you eat everything in sight. E is so much better. E makes you want to have sex forever. E makes you feel like you are having sex forever, even if you’re not. Your entire body is so energized with excitement that it has nothing to do but orgasm. It’s such a happy drug.

“You’re cool!”

I’m cool. Okay...? ‘Thanks.’ It’s almost like he never outgrew the college phase. Then again, maybe he’s still in college. Who knows? Ah, whatever. As long as he gets me drugs and he’s decent in bed, I’ll be happy.

I wonder where he’s gonna find drugs? In my experience, drugs are something you have to kind of order ahead, since the person supplying them doesn’t really have the money to buy them without getting your money first. That arrangement doesn’t always work out so well, especially if the drug sucks. It sucks spending good money for good drugs and ending up with bad drugs. Drugs should come with a label that tells you how good they are. Or you should be able to try first, pay later. Or there should be a money-back guarantee so you know you’re not wasting your money. It’s one of those things about drugs that makes the whole situation such a hassle. The world has such problems.