Ok, ladies and gents. Um… I don’t know what to say, but Enjoy. Another day in the life of me. 🙂
Ying and Yang
Hello everyone. This’ll be my first time speaking in our meetings.
My name is Jimmy, and I’m an addict that’s been looking to drop the ‘g’.
The Game is something difficult to ween off of. Pursuit of one night stands, I mean highs, enthralled me for such a long time. I’ll be remiss if I excluded the euphoria’s I kept coming back for. Each one giving me a different, and far from a trite, experience. Cocaine, my oh my, she was an interesting cohort. When we were together, we brought each other as high as the stars could get. If we separated for even a short period time, I became lethargic, dragged my legs, and did absolutely nothing. I craved her more than any other female. Now, Meth was “My Girl.” She had me believing I was in heaven, no matter where I was. My heartbeat raced when she touched my soul, but that sense of feeling diminished more and more each time we hooked up. I cheated on her with Molly though because with Molly, music and sex never felt better. Addiction is just another word for adventure. The Game had me exploring wonders of the world through different eyes, different mouth, different skin. That’s the problem. I’ve been looking to drop the ‘g’ because I want to explore the wonders of the world with my own body. Experience the taste and feel of Ambrosia with every tastebud and skin cell that is my own. Do my mind and body wrong with the sweetest sin; the sweetest drug that is good for the soul. I need that God-made intoxication. My Yang.
I’ve dropped that ‘g’, and taken a grip on my life. I’ve held it tighter and tighter, hoping that my Yang spews out. I implore all of you in this meeting to Find that Fix. That addiction that will last you a lifetime and does every part of your essence more good than harm.
That fix when in heated argument, vases are thrown at each other. Screaming at the top of your lungs how much you dislike each other. Yelling Wild Nothings. How much you drive each other crazy. How the scent of another woman’s smell on his shirt pains your heart. How the name of another man out her mouth infuriates you. That each thing makes you think of betraying the others trust because you don’t want to sit down and talk about it. Vultures Like Lovers. As the night lingers, everything settles down. She goes up the stairs with every step heard by the neighbors, but he doesn’t want to be around her either so he remains there. Hours later, he realizes how uncomfortable the couch is so he heads upstairs as well. She’s on her side of the bed with pillows mildly soaked. He lays on his side trying to stay angry at her but fades to sleep. The next morning you’re both at the center of the bed. You’re both seemingly grasping each other as if they were running away from you while the other slept. You’re both addicts. You’re both back to “he’s mine,” and “she’s mine forever.”