Okay, so I am living in Ontario California with my girlfriend and we slowly but surely change from weed to meth. What a nightmare. In fact that started a nightmare that lasted many years. I managed to keep my job at PageNet because I wouldn't do it during the week but I found out later that my girlfriend was doing it every day (no wonder our house was so clean!) The fights started at once and they were of epic proportions. Oh God it was horrible. I am not proud of how I behaved.
Insert: My girlfriend was a wonderful person and I wouldn't give up the good times I had with her for the bad. I have spoken to her, many years after all this and we have made our peace.
So finally the relationship came to an end and I got my first solo California apartment. I was close to work, I had great friends, we worked hard and partied on the weekends but again, just weed and alcohol. I was so happy. The only thing missing was a love interest. I was 24. I met a girl named Lisa (at work) and we fell in love.
Then I met some new friends at work and they were heavy into the meth and it didn't take me long to join them.
This is where the story gets incredibly almost unbelievably ugly so I am going to cut it off here for now. It is hard to go back through this stuff but I think that it effects how I write and I KNOW it is interesting so I will give you more later...
Patrick C. Van Slyke. I hope to write horror. I hope people will read it.