You're the Only Drug Im Addicted To

 As he walked up the front steps...he saw the men dressed in all black...from their patton-leather shoes, up to their long wool peacoat and cashmere gloves.....their breath turning to fog..... as they reached down to place the wreathes on the porch.

What had he done? Could he blame this on manic depression? Would his children forgive him? What makes him drink to the point of hatred against the one constant in his life?  He hadnt done drugs in years! She had forgiven him for everything during their 17 years of marriage.  He "accidently" killed his best friend from fear of losing her forever. How will he live with himself? As he pondered these questions, he broke down and shed his first tears of self loath.

He took out his hankerchif, and reminised.

Jerry and Huey were best of friends. Huey like to show off his girlfriend Trysten who worked for her stepdad at the Premier Eyeglass Shop in their hometown. She would do anything for Huey. He was verbally and at times physically abusive to her, and Jerry hated that about his buddy.  

One fine autumn afternoon, as he and his buddy passed the leaf changing trees along the 117 bypass, they rolled up a joint and laughed their tails off at each others jokes, along with a few condescending remarks about women.

They arrived at Trystens work, she came out, and as usual, Huey started yelling at her.  Jerry filled with anger towards Huey...how could he be so cruel to this beautiful, blue-eyed, long brown wavy hair young lady? He wanted her for himself, and wondered everyday how he could get her.

Jerry drank all the time, he had too. His family life wasnt where he had hoped it would be and he despised his mother who had left he and his twin Terry on their 18th birthday.   His dad was a sweet man, with old skeletons in his closet...but for the most part a gentle giant.  Jerry was a work-horse and would do anything to make and maintain money.  He tried every drug that he assumed would kill his paigns. His preference was typically weed, and his liquor of choice was Crown Royal. He kept to himself, never raising his voice, never raising hands to anyone. Much like a loaner, or not wanting to be a bother to others.  Typically, he would drink til he passed out.

Huey, had a great family, full of love and support. He was a lot more laid back compared to Jerry.  If he did or didnt make it to work on any given day, it was ok by him.  When he drank, it was only on the weekends with other teenage friends their age. He occasionally smoked weed with Jerry, but never anything else. He had a very short temper; the smallest things would set him off.

As Huey walked away from Trysten, he climbed back into his king cab Z77, he told Jerry...Trysten was a stupid bitch that never listens to him. He told him that he had a solution for bitches that wouldnt listen...the weekend was coming up and he and Jerry were going to the beach without her.  They gave each other a high five and continued jamming out and smoking.

A few months had passed by, Trysten got a call from a mutual friend of her and the fellas that Terry, Jerry's twin had commited suicide and Jerry had found him.  She was devastated. She called Huey immediately and they went out to the family home.

When they arrived, Jerry graciously met them in the doorway.  He was wearing jeans, a Duck-head Tshirt, Top-siders, and Ray_Ban Aviators sunglasses.  He shook-hugged Huey's arm and shoulder....he held onto Trysten and could not let go. She cried on his shoulder, while he remained numb.

Over the next few weeks, Huey and Trysten took him everywhere they went to keep his mind occupied. Jerry had the "joy of listening" to the two bicker, and watch them slowly grow apart. They met for dinner one night at Huey's cousins house. When they were all done eating, they were sitting around talking about the high school days.  Jerry was sooo drunk...and Huey kept teasing him about certain girls he admired as he got up to go to the bathroom.   

Jerry grabbed Trysten gently by her wrists in the hallway,  he told her he was going to tell her something when Huey and Ashley came back in to the room, and it would make her very mad, so if she wanted to leave, he would leave too.... separately and they could meet up at the local store around the corner from the house.  Confused, Trysten agreed. 

The two cousins came out....Jerry spoke up..."remember that time we went to the beach and you left Trysten at work, but told her you were working out of town?  Huey looked puzzled.   "HAHAHA...YEAH you do..." he continued "You had sex with her best friend, then my girlfriend and blamed it on being drunk!?" "you remember now?"

Huey began stuttering..."well you have no idea what your talkin about buddy, this girl right here is the best thing that ever happened to me."

 Ashley, in her drunkeness,spoke up, kinda laughing..."well then you need to leave all those other lose Hos' alone! I remember that weekend! I thought she had to work too?!" 

Trysten was so hurt, and much more so embarrassed..."is this true? be honest, bc its felt like it was over for a while," she humbly stated as she wiped the tear from her eye.   "Well, it was just that once and I was......." Trysten grabbed her purse and walked out.

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