Description: And my life has been amazing since I stopped everything, and the dopers and meth heads still linger in the back of my head and I hope they havn't died. But I'll never know, because the world is big and the parties are so unmemorable that I choose to forget them. I thank God or whatever I believe in everyday for my friends and the one person who stuck with me through everything, and everyone.
The sad thing is I've never understood how people could do this until I did it, and there will always be that part of me that misses the parties and the people and drugs. But I'll never go back. Ever.
In the beginning everyone is dancing, and having fun. No one pays attention to the time or the amount they've consumed. The liquor over flows the red plastic cups that will be disposed of just like everyones recalculation of that night the next morning. By the middle of the night the upper class gentleman have escorted their woman out to the car and driven off since the scene has become sloppy and undesirable to them. The only people left are the messy drunkards who slum around and loaf from chair to chair murmuring their life story to whomever is near by. By this time you and your friend have come to realize the people you arrived with have left and it's just you and few strangers sitting in the living room. You wonder when they left and why they didn't come get you but you know you were too busy in the bathroom snorting blow so you didn't dare come out into the world yet. You take notice that there is an empty chair that you and your friend take for the night, depending on your stomach you'll probably throw up a few times and beg someone to take you home. Anywhere but here. But since the only ones left are the only ones left because they're too wasted and stoned to get in their cars and drive away you have no luck and use the party house as a your crash pad for the night. When you wake up, you'll brush your teeth with someones tooth brush and your friend you and you will walk home in the morning heat where you'll just sleep for a little more and then do it all over again the next night. The party is never ending, and you never quite come down from the nights before. The sad undeniable truth has once again slapped you in the face and left its mark for good.