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Date Posted: 08:54:08 01/10/05 Mon
Author: Gavin
Subject:

We laid underneath the stars
Strung out and feeling brave


A quick stop by Matty's had taken longer than he had anticipated. He had hoped to just run in, so had left her waiting in the car, but the guy had been so estatic to see him again - it had been months afterall - and had kept him there for nearly an hour, rambling on on some drug-induced rant about one thing and then another. Finally, he had made it out though, and they had headed straight back here in near silence - for no other reason than they didn't really have anything to say to each other. Once they stepped through the doors, he pressed a small package into her hand and murmured some excuse to her about getting drinks before disappearing into the kitchen - he hated shooting up around her, and sometimes even tried to pretend that it never happened, though of course it was obvious not only by his secretive little disappearances, but also by subtle the change in him when he returned, and of course the tracks that marred his arms. Even now, as he depressed the plunger from where he stood in the kitchen, back to the door, he wondered why he did it. Until like two years ago, he was just like Dustin - the bass player in the band who never drank, never smoke, and never slept with anyone who he wasn't comfortable with calling his 'girlfriend' - and then one day, he finally succumbed to the pressures of everyone else around him, and hadn't looked back since. He supposed maybe he just wasn't happy - he and Bianca had started drifting apart by then - and at that time, especially on the road, nothing was more readily available than girls and drugs. This was his life now though, and he knew what happened to guys like him who started to question their futures and their women and their habits - the maids would find them one day in a hotel room with a gun in one hand and a hole through their head. He didn't want to be that guy, so he firmly pushed aside his doubts and focussed only on the night ahead of him...

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