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My Last Relapse
Riding The White Horse
This series is loaded with triggers. Stop right now. Otherwise, read at the risk of your sobriety. These are the stories of a drug addicted sex addict.
I leave my Perc Princess passed out in the back bedroom of my Trap House off Ledbetter Road. I have an early appointment. It’s been a little over three months since my transformation from a legitimate Corporate Account Executive to an illegitimate Dope Dealer.
I convinced myself after going through painful painkiller withdrawals that I would never go through that torture again. I use my extensive drug contacts established from twenty years of being a high-functioning addict to become a high-end dope peddler.
What real drug dealer doesn’t have a tattoo? So with the recommendation from my Plug, I arrive at Amber’s parlor for my first tattoo. She is known as a Tattoo Goddess for her amazing work. Little did I know that my heroin cherry was only hours away from being popped.
A beautiful woman can convince me to do almost anything against my better judgment. Amber was by far the sexiest Tattoo Artist I had ever met. All be it the only tattooist I ever met.
Her laid-back demeanor, soft-spoken voice, and dreamy eyes had me mesmerized. Amber informed me that she does her best work while high. Heroin is her drug…