Would you know, I fell In Love with my Drug Dealer

The first time I shot up, she did it for me. In the front seat of her black car in the Walmart parking lot of some tiny ass town, no less.

I laid my arm on her center console, offering her my veins and trusting her completely. I felt the needle as it slid through my flesh and popped into the vein; marveling as she pulled the plunger back and the blood spiraled like a cloud into the pale liquid within the syringe.