Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... The driver tried to make chit-chat, but I grunted and stared out the window. When I got to the laundromat, I was happy it was empty. I wanted to get four machines going. Once that was complete, I walked up the street to the Rocket. I was tweaking and needed a coffee bar.

I walked in, and Mike took one look at me and smiled. I knew instantly he could read it on my face, plus I was pretty sure I still smelled like booze, even with the shower. A wash of shame and sorrow filled me as I looked down at the ground. I could see Charity looking over from the kitchen. As I struggled not to cry, Mike had already made up a giant double Redeye and handed it to me.

"You OK, Dave?" he asked. This was a watershed moment. I had two demons battling inside me. The lost love and shattered heart were the most devastating, but Mike could see everything. I had known from my battles in the past that a junkie can't con another junkie. Mike knew. So, I surrendered and waived a white flag.

"No, Mike, I'm not OK," I said. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I continued, "I'm fucked; it's happening again but worse."

Mike looked over at Charity; she came over, looked at me sadly, and took over as Mike walked to one of the tables in the back with his water bottle. Charity had obvious concern but nodded at me while I grabbed my coffee and went to sit with Mike.

As I sat down, he said, "Are you still high?"

"Not today, but I sure want to be. Almost more than anything else, I want to get drunk ...

... and high as soon as I get back to the loft!" I told him.

Mike just looked at me and waited.

"But .." I began, and he said... "you're trying to go one day, aren't you?"

I just looked at him and started crying slowly. Tears rolled out of my eyes as I tried to stop them. With a stuttering intake of air, I said, "One day, yes, I can do one day."

"Well then, you've come to the right place. Do you want to share about that?"

Mike waited as I tried to stem the tears rolling down my face. I took some deep breaths, sipped that boiling black brew, and almost spit it out, which reminded me of the day I met Mel. I had two wars going on. A broken heart and knew that using drugs and especially drinking booze was a losing game for me. I glanced over at the corner and could swear I saw the demons hiding behind some chairs. They saw me looking and waved to me, lighting a joint and cracking open some beers. They nervously kept darting their eyes at Mike. They feared him. They didn't like him. I smiled with these images boiling in my mind and said to myselffuck you, you little shits, I'm done.

I broke it all down for Mike. I shared with him how much fun Mel and I had been having. The weeknight bomb ups. The epic weekend marathons. The loft lesbians, the drinking, and the coke. I did not spare any of the details. The live shows, the pool nights, swanky dinners, and road trips. I was not regretful as I proudly proclaimed we were having a blast. I was deeply in love and having the ...