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As Hancock placed the white wine on the table, excitement filled my lungs, then my stomach and then every bit of me. I think it was more of the freedom of being able to do whatever I wanted that made it that much more important to do this. He explained the wine helped the buzz last longer and made it a little better. So as we discussed the schedule of the lines of cocaine we were about to do, I could feel my phone vibrate.

It was Dante. He wanted to see me, asking what I was up too and wanting to hang out.

“Hey, Dante wants to hangout…” I say to Hancock, a little hesitant.

“What? Tonight? Dude, you're doing cocaine, you better not invite a boy that you’re wanting to bang. You need a sound mind to make decisions,” he replied, even though he did want to meet Dante because I did nothing but talk about him this past week, but he was right. “Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“Give me your phone. So you don’t do anything you'll regret.”

I handed my phone over and he went off into one of the rooms of his empty apartment to hide it.

We sat at the glass coffee table as Hancock cut the lines, getting ready for the first round. We were already done the glasses of wine, and this was it. He rolled up a 100$ bill and did a line first. 

He handed me the bill and with confidance I placed the tip at the end of one of the lines and inhaled, all of it. You almost breathe in too much, making sure you don’t miss a molecule. Right after that inhale, you can taste the chemical in your nose and in the back of your throat. For a brief moment you wait, thinking it’s going hit you, but it doesn't. You end up sniffing like a dog, and suddenly your nose goes numb, but still you don’t actually feel it.

It’s exciting though. I laugh right after and Hancock pats me on the back, saying how proud he is, which was a ridiculous thing to say.

So while we waited for it to hit, we drank another glass of wine, cranked up the music and chatted about random shit, but overall felt great. As we talked and danced like idiots, I felt the euphoric feeling increase and everything was fantastic.

We pranced around his kitchen, throwing dance moves, getting the finger guns out, singing at the top of our lungs. Everything was stupendous. I wanted to tell everyone how awesome tonight was going.

Matty showed up and brought more cocaine, heard we were having a Movie Night and decided to join. Hancock had a pool table, so we played rounds, lines in between each, continued the madness.

It was one of those moments where you realized you've let go. I had felt so restrained with life, like I wasn't fun anymore, yet here I was, doing drugs, drinking and living carelessly. I had a boy who actually wanted to see me, a boy I could make my summer boy, to bang, to kiss and to spend time with before I move out west.

Ever since I had been back from Grand Bend, life has been more bright, more wonderful. I had seen pictures of that dreadful couple that didn't deserve happiness on Facebook, posting God-awful photos of their weekend, yet I didn't care anymore. It didn't bug me. They can be as happy as they wanted and I didn't care anymore, I felt the positive energy course through me.

Was it the cocaine? Was it my summer having an expiry date that made everything so much more awesome? I wasn't really sure but it felt great, I did feel a new found pump and thunder pressure in my heart that made me love the place I was at in my life.

We did more lines and talked about relationships. Hancock noted Jeremy's suddenly existence, texting him to hang out. Which was weird from our stand point, because Jeremy's girlfriend was crazy. We referred to her as ‘The Snot’ since she was completely stuck up. Her and I used to be friends and I thought after the break up with my Ex that she’d be one of my ‘loyal’ friends, but proved to be an enemy. She caused unwanted drama during a difficult time in my life, when I needed my friends the most. And there she was, talking shit about me behind my back. Not to mention, she forbade Jeremy to hang out with Hancock and I. It was like, as I became single, I became a threat to her.

Actually, I felt that way with my friends who had boyfriends. It was like I was a threat and that their pretty blonde friend was suddenly single and out to get their boyfriends. And The Snot made it seem like I was out to cause trouble in her perfect world, living in her parents basement with Jeremy. So she decided to become allies with my Ex instead.

Hancock one the other hand, was Jeremy’s best guy friend, but the ‘bad influence’ in The Snots eyes. When my relationship fell apart, she banned Hancock from Jeremy’s life and chose to replace him with my Ex. Which to me, made no sense.

Think about it. When I told them I was back with my Ex (after the first break up) she berated me, saying how I was stupid for giving him another chance, how he was a terrible boyfriend. When my Ex cheated on me, I broke up with him since clearly we weren't on the same page. It wasn't my fault he wanted the reputation as Cheating Scrum bag.

But The Snot decided to replace Hancock, the Bad Influence, with a Cheating Scum? She was almost asking Jeremy to cheat on her. Everyone know that’s their boyfriends do in fact take on traits and habits of their friends. That’s why guys never see their best guy friend after he gets married. No girl wants their boyfriend hanging out with single guys.

So for Jeremy to suddenly be texting Hancock to hangout seemed out of the blue. So we ignored the fact, smoked pot, drank and did the last of the coke. We had no fear in us, for tomorrow was just another adventure waiting to be discovered or at least held onto and stored for another great moment.

I felt great and sure, the cocaine was probably a big influence, but I loved my life at that moment, and saw no darkness ahead. I saw late nights, fun times, and last but not least, careless living.