Originally Posted by Born To Kill
I was 17, completely hooked on cocaine...
Living with a roommate that'd gotten us in deep debt with our boss/dealer.
(who was for real, I'd seen him kill before, knew he'd do it to us)
He (roommate) had a girlfriend, I didn't.
We ended up hiding out in a rented garage apartment in the Heights, completely across town from home so we could hide.
The landlord was all over us cuz we weren't paying rent...
And that night, my roommate had gone to stay the night at his girl's house...
(he did that alot when the landlord would bitch)
Well, about and hour after he left, WINDDOWN!
I say that cuz I can't type the sound it makes when all the electricity gets cut off.
It just makes a big winddown sound.
Landlord had gotten fed up, wanted us to suffer.
So, there I was, feigning for coke, in a dark garage apartment, with peeps looking for me cuz they wanted me dead.
All I had with me was my walkman, so I sat on the floor, keeping my head down, away from windows just trying to live in the music, forget everything shitty that was happening...and then...
The walkman batteries died.
Leaving me totally alone.
So, I left the apartment, walked to a pay phone and literally, with my last quarter...called some buds that I hadn't seen in ages due to my coke dealing/using...
And had them come get me the fuck outta there.
Never looked back.
That was the most alone I've ever been.
There ya go...
Peace