my ex used to give me the evil eye each time she would spot me with abnormally constricted or dilated pupils. sometimes she would demonstratively leave and not answer my calls, sometimes she would start screaming and cursing and throwing random nearby objects at me, sometimes simply toss the casual remark about what a useless, worthless junkie piece of shit i am.
but i knew she wouldn't leave me. as it turned out - i dumped her. couldn't take any more of that artsy fartsy manic-depressive extravaganza.
the only other girl i had a somewhat close, if brief, relationship with, was this chick i hooked up with while we were both waiting for the dopeman on the usual street corner.
i would've never guessed she was an addict by her looks alone...i mean, she was probably the most stunningly beautiful girl i had ever encountered.
she turned out 8 years older than me (tho i am sure she didnt suspect it at the time), been on and off the scag since her early teens.
so, she took me to her place to fix, and ODed some minutes later. good thing i had prior experience with people ODing on me, and coolly evaluated the situation, bringing her back to semi-consciousness by just putting her in the right position and splashing some ice cold water upon her.
so, that's how we met.

we exchanged numbers, she drove me to my university and headed back for work (miraculously, she also had a well-paid job and somehow maintained a regular lifestyle).
we hanged out and did drugs together for a short while, before she disappeared without a trace and i later learned her parents had sent her to rehab in italy somewhere.
i did have the fuck of my lifetime though.

(ah, all the jerk-offs, replaying those crystal vivid moments...)
that's probably the story that makes my long-dragged heroin odyssey worthwhile...
