Trainwreck and the wreck

Traninwreck and I spawned a volatile relationship in the worse sense of the word. Always drinking heavily, fucking, fighting, fucking. It was invariable banter which was not sane. He was spright with words and very swift to fire them at me. Manic is the only word that sums him up, high highs and even lower lows.

After a fight filled night at the bar, we met back at my house for a few more drinks and spoke about the fight. Talking was not what Trainwreck wanted, so he was sweetly apologetic, while the entire time had ulterior motives. After party.

I am not exactly sure what happened, but I soon found myself driving drunk down I-20 to a bullshit after party where I knew no one. Tranwreck was extremely sweet to me at the party, all the while hard drinking. I did the same. Upon leaving, we were saying our goodbyes, Trainwreck looked at his friend and said, "See you later, we are going home so we can make a baby tonight." At a loss for words on this one folks.

Again, I found myself on the road too drunk to drive, going at least 80 miles an hour down I-20. The drive home was slightly more difficult than the drive there because Trainwreck was tugging at my clothes. After failed attempts of pushing him off, I fell into his trap due to all of the grouping and touching. When my pants were totally off and his fingers were inside me, Trainwreck went down on me. Yes, all the while, driving drunk at 80 miles an hour. One can only imagine the distractions, my eyes not on the road, hands far from ten and two. Before I knew it, we had slightly swerved into the side of an 18 wheeler truck.

We kept rolling down the highway to home with tire tracks running the length of my car. With Trainwreck, I had no control. Never even thought of trying to have control with him. It was crazy, insane and stupid. All of it. I loved every second of it while it was happening.

Meth Anyone?

After an email exchange and many text messages, I agreed to meet up with Trainwreck. I took one of my girlfriends for backup. I did not have many memories from him in high school, but though what the hell could it hurt, I could always use another friend in Dallas.

Trainwreck was much like I remember him in high school. He was a bit over the top, even for me. We had a fun night of drinking and talking about people we knew and about situations we had in common. In many ways, I though he was a dick. Jesus, why I am always attracted to the dicks?

We made our way back to Emily's house for a few more cocktails and more in depth conversation. I don't know if it was the beer bringing out the honestly, but Emily was dishing out questions and Trainwreck was giving back shocking answers. During the interrogation, he admitted to not only be addicted to coke and meth, but also selling meth to much of my hometown. He made sure to let us know this was the past and had gotten himself out of all of it. I believed him, for reasons still unknown.

I should not have been within 500 yards of this guy without fear of getting arrested, but found myself thinking how attracted I was to him. So on the way out, he made a rather bold statement, or rather a drinking challenge. Sadly, I will never back down to that, so we made our way out of Emily's and back to my house. We drank until we saw the sun, made out and then some.

Yes, I have totally lost all good sense.