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.