Meet me at my place in twenty.
Be there soon, I respond back and head to the bank before Jamison’s. I went to high school with him, but we weren’t friends back then, because I always swore that shit off, and he’s been dealing for years. Recently I’d injured my knee, and until Kinsey passed, I’d been ultra-responsible with the pills. But since she went missing they’ve become my lifeline and my sanity. Then when I was pushing the limits on my refills, my doctor wanted to check my knee. All it took was one look and he said I didn’t need them anymore. Everything’s spiraled from there. So I found Jamison, and sure enough, he’s still in the game.
It’s not long ’til I arrive at his house. I put a thousand dollars in my wallet and leave the rest in my center console. My feet hit the pavement with a purpose and I observe my surroundings as I cross the street. He lives in a nice neighborhood with older, well-kept homes.
I ring the doorbell and immediately hear his two dogs bark. They are Rottweilers, which look scary as fuck, but are really two huge babies. He answers and commands them both to their beds. Right away they listen and then I walk in.
“What up, bro?” he asks, giving me a low fist bump.
“Not much. Thanks for getting back to me so fast.”
“You’re my best client.” He begins to walk to his living room and gestures that I follow. Jamison is way shorter than I am, probably by a foot. Then again I am over six feet. He’s dressed the same way he was in high school – big, baggy pants and some stupid ass t-shirt.
“You ever heard of Quaaludes?” he asks as we sit in front of the table filled with pill bottles.
“Nah, what are they?”
“Basically a tranquilizer. They’re super old school, you can’t even get them through a doctor in the US anymore.”
I can’t help but laugh out loud. I know I wanted a downer, but this seems a bit extreme. “I wanna be able to function, not knock my dick in the dirt.”
“I know. I heard what you said and I got some Xanax coming for that. But I was thinking if the Hydro isn’t giving you enough of a high, you could try the ’ludes. All you have to do is stay awake through the first fifteen minutes or so and after that, the effects kick in. It’s an intense, euphoric high.”
“I don’t know, man. Maybe I’ll just stick with what I have.”
“Why don’t you try one now? While I’m waiting on the bars to get here.”
The Hydro I knocked back earlier has worn off and I know I need something. “How long ’til they’re here?”
Jamison checks his phone. “Not long, he just texted me that he should be here any minute.”
“I’ll wait then,” I respond.
“So, no ’ludes?”
“Have you tried them?”
“Fuck yeah, I have. They are my drug of choice.”
I rest my head back contemplating his words. I promised myself from the beginning that when I started taking pills, I would always stay functional and in control. I want to be able to be around my parents and shit like that. This could jeopardize –everything.
“I’m good, bro. Do you have any bars at all while we wait?”
“Nah, man, but he’ll be here any minute, I promise.”
“Whatcha waiting for?” Brady calls from behind me. He’s stark naked and gripping his cock.
I exhale and lock the door, ripping my shirt over my head. Leaving my reality and getting lost in this moment with him. Beginning to walk towards him, he’s got the biggest grin on his face. “Take your pants off,” he orders. I listen, tugging my jeans down, leaving only my underwear and bra on. I know him well and he loves to take these off himself.