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.