DEAD JUNKIE!

This story is by: Stevie

I was a sophomore; Larry was a senior when we dated for a spell. Not only was he nice (and cute), but also had a sense of humor……which has always been my primary attraction to other people.

My parents were gone most weekend evenings, so my house became a gathering spot for my friends. My group of friends – Larry included – was actually a pretty good group of kids. We may have been a little devilish - gotten into a little bit of trouble every now & then…..some of us smoked…..some of us drank…..but that was pretty much it.

One Saturday night, Larry and a couple of his buddies came over and after a while Larry got up to go to the bathroom. Larry seemed to be gone longer than “normal”, so his friend, Steve Peterson, went to check on him. Within just a few seconds Steve was back with a look of terror on his face. He grabbed my hand & pulled me towards the bathroom saying “You have got to see this!!!” The rotten-pigs that lots of 17-18 year old boys can be, I was expecting something totally different than what I saw as I rounded the doorway into the bathroom. There laid Larry sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom, his eyes were closed, there was a tourniquet around his upper arm, needle stuck into his forearm, with a stream of blood trickling from it; candle burning and a spoon filled with white powder laying close beside. (I think my initial shock was that I didn’t even know that Larry did drugs.) I didn’t have to check…..I knew he was dead. I began to scream & cry. (Oh how we teenagers think…I knew firstly that my parents were gonna be so pissed that someone had died in their bathroom and then, multiply their anger times 10, when they found out it was from a drug overdose! I would probably be grounded for months because of “this one”.) I ran from the bathroom towards the phone to call the police…..and as I began to dial………..here came Larry & his “asshole friends” walking from the bathroom laughing. Not little giggles…..but really, really BIG LAUGHS.

I remember being VERY upset about this initially I think I even asked the rotten shit-heads to leave the house. I didn’t know if I could ever “forgive” them for this one. I think it was the same night that I received a phone call from Larry, Steve & Dennis, apologizing for the “extreme nasty” they had pulled on me. Of course they were instantly forgiven.

Larry – you are a wonderful part of my life, thank you for your continued friendship through the years….and also thank you for (I can’t believe I’m saying this)…...your “extreme nasty”. I have shared this story with many, and will continue to share it, as each time I tell it, I think of you, and I smile.

Love,
Stevie

****Comments from Larry- It was just powder sugar and a cow syringe. I did poke myself to make myself bleed. I don't think Stevie really gave a shit that I was dead, she was just scared that her parents would be pissed. (ha! ha!) What a babe. I can't believe she admitted to going out with me!