My Last Relapse
A Series Of Self-Destruction
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.
After going to rehab on numerous occasions I finally concluded that recovery is nothing more than a fantasy. A freaking money grab selling a pipe dream.
The only pipe I need is filled with weed coke or meth. I will not make it til the end. You can read firsthand why this in fact will be My Last Relapse.
Part One: First Day Out Of Rehab
I pull up to the back alley where the group of street hookers hangs out. When she eyes my blood-red Chrysler 300 the slut’s eyes light up. The freaky girl understands she is about to get high, get paid, and get fucked.
Nikki is a snow bunny relatively new to the Ho Stroll. We had been popping pills and pussy up until my court-ordered rehab. Nikki says she was a mom and housewife who abandoned both her husband and son soon after becoming addicted to painkillers.
The sexy siren dons a blood-red top, a short black spandex skirt that falls just below her fabulous fannie with thigh-high red leather boots. Her bleached blonde locks and bouncy boobies make her stand out among the other drug-addicted whores.
