The First Time I Pushed My Girlfriend

It was the summer of 04, Shane was my “get HIGHHH” friend, and lived a couple blocks from our high school. Being a drug dealer I always had marijuana so every lunch we would stroll over to his crib and hit a couple bong rips before heading back to school. However it was Friday and Shane’s birthday so we decided to skip and get a 66 of rye.
We started slowly, sipping some bevies and catching sun rays on his porch. Afternoon came to evening and we were starting to get a little mellow. It was either take a nap or take something to keep us going…we opted for a gram of cocaine...The phone was ringing off the hook and people started to arrive for the birthday celebrations. Shane and I, both heavily intoxicated, kept knocking them back and ripping lines like no ones biz!!!
My sweetheart of a girlfriend came to take me home after calling several times and getting slurred words. Remember I’m telling this from what I remember so it’s a bit fuzzy…. I was up in Shane’s tiny room half conscious trying to mingle with the few around when Christie came to get me. Of course, not wanting to go and hating being told what to do by a woman was FURIOUS!!!!
After trying for several minutes to verbally get me to move/get up she resorted to gently pulling my arm… Being the sniffed out prick that I was, I forcefully shoved her, and she “smashed herself” on the door.
Of course, being the sweet innocent girl she was, this set off the water works…she of course left the room. My friends downstairs saw her crying and quickly acted on my drunk ass…ha ha….carrying me down the stairs and through the door to the porch where I insisted I could walk from their. The rain gently fell so only a couple escorted me to Christies car where of course I refused to get in and started walking home. I got half a block away before the car pulled up and two friends tricked/forced me into the car.
A word to anyone dealing with a rye-pied-cocaine high teen…they are no longer your friend, faces, voices, friendships don’t exist to these zombies. The only thing you can do is treat them like a three year old child and trick them into thinking they are in control when you are really in control.