He inhales cocaine.
I die, gasping for breath, wake up on another man’s couch, miss everything about my soul and he—well, he inhales cocaine.
He rolls a dollar bill and closes his lips, takes a deep inhale.
He mixes it with alcohol.
I’m dead but he’s fine. I’m dead but he’s fine I’m dead but he—
He calls to check on me.
What happened to 16, J? What happened when we were young and innocent and I was too sweet and you were too smart and we had never done a thing in the world what happened to sixteen, J?
Now I’ve been—killed. Ripped apart, blood everywhere, I’ve been murdered and I’m gone.
And you’ve inhaled cocaine.