Take a ride on the crazy horse
You swore you'd never smoke. You thought drugs were for wash-outs and losers. The first time you smoked a joint, you and your best friend made a vow not to inhale. This didn't last long. It soon became a weekly ritual. Then semi-weekly/sometimes daily. But you swore you would never touch anything else. Weed was safe.
Then, BANG! 7 years later, you're snorting speed off a mirror table at a party and you wonder where the good girl that was once you, went.
I have a 'friend'. She is 20. Just turned 20 to be exact. She is in the UK on a two year working holiday visa and lately has found herself questioning the route her life is taking (any similarities to me are purely coincidental).
She spent her 20th birthday at a party where she didn't know anyone except those with which she arrived. It was almost like a home party except with more drugs.
She mingled.
She drank.
She danced.
She spilled a can of beer on the mirror table, dissolving two lines of base.
She later did her own line for the first time.
It was a rad party.
Last night, she went to a local pub with the boys.
They met some chavs around the pool table.
She hung-out.
She had a few drinks.
She played a game of doubles with the hot-Scotsman.
She sucked-big time.
But she knew she would.
The boys invited the chavs back to theirs where they all took turns going into the bathroom to do various drugs.
When it came to her turn, she was offered Coke for the first time.
She thought about it long and hard.
She declined and decided to stick to her white wine and weed.
This horse was getting a little too crazy for her liking.
After the chavs left, they put on Ice Age.
Gayge put a pizza in the oven and forgot.
He passed out on the lounge floor. A picture of a jumped-up Jesus.
This has become her routine.
She is up until 4am high as a kite, sleeps until 3pm, then jumps on it again.
She feels dirty.
No matter how much she showers, she feels like she smells.
The scent of cigarette's emits from her every pore.
She doesn't smoke.
She looks in the mirror and sees someone she doesn't want to become.
She comes to me for advice regularly.
I don't know what to say to her.
What would you tell that friend if she felt her life was going down the drain?