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August 1, 2008
Two Weeks in July
It was the 9th of July around noon; I was working at the pub.
A local desperado/ friend stopped in with a young woman and asked if I would look after her while he did some business.
She was tall attractive and smart, I asked what are you doing with him? I'm his driver; he lost his license a few months ago and hired me to drive him around. Oh yeah you look pretty friendly? Well you know how it goes, he is a nice guy and I like him... Are you hungry? Sort of.
We went to my place for a BBQ and more conversation. We talked about her daughter her X, her family and the boyfriend.
After a few hours she began to get figidy, when I asked if everything was alright she said no I'm fucked up on pills and am coming down, do you have anything? Ah no! I was surprised; I had no idea that such a young beautiful lady would have a pill problem. So what do you take? Oxi , perks, whatever I can get but I don't do them all the time. I've been in rehab but it's hard to get away from it. I'm trying to get strait so I can have my daughter live with me.
She spent the next few hours telling me about her life and what had brought her to this place. I spent the next two weeks watching as she attempted to destroy herself. Her habit was expensive, 6 or 7 pills a day at $30 per. She would crash on my couch at night in a pool of sweet get up and come to work with me in the morning do her walk about town and come home with me after work.
I don't know how she could look so together one minute and be a total disaster the next. She spent her rent pawned her personal possessions and borrowed from everyone me included.
At the end of week two and after hours of talking she agreed to get help.
She signed into rehab but after five days she signed herself out.
I haven't seen her, I hope she is alright.
Reality is prescription drugs and bath tub drugs are everywhere, I just got an up close and personal view and it freaked me.
We are our brother's keeper and as a community we need to do a better job.
She started snorting pills at sixteen; I hope she lives to regret it.
Posted by kier at August 1, 2008 10:55 PM