He did call once and left a message on my parents’ answering machine. We then had a cigarette and parted ways. xnx So, I sniffed up the white powder and instantly felt my heart race and I became a total horndog. At first, they thought I was his accomplice, but then realized I was just a scared young man. There were a few guys who would look into my rolled-down passenger window after I’d pull up and offer a ride and they’d grimace at me and mutter things like “fuckin’ faggot, get the hell out of here”. He had obviously had a bit to drink. I figured it was all the coke he was doing, but then I began to get paranoid because it felt like when we were driving that we were being followed.
