Melody Beattie 3 Title Bundle by Melody Beattie

Author:Melody Beattie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hazelden Publishing

Then we started a new phase.

Paul and I both liked opiates—Dilaudid and morphine—the stuff that made you nod. Besides being addicted to opiates, which we both were, Paul liked cocaine. I did too. When I had first begun using drugs, heroin and cocaine weren’t that popular. People on the streets had been using marijuana, LSD, popping speed, popping pills. Then, heroin grow in popularity. And soon, a lot of people on the streets were using cocaine too. That meant, just like with heroin, that the quality of the coke you could buy had gone down. When only a handful of people in the drug culture were using cocaine, it was like a delicacy. A treat. The people who sold and bought it were sometimes concerned with quality. Now that all the junkies were into it, dealers were scamming and scheming, cutting it with additives. The quality of the cocaine on the street was extremely poor; we were used to the best.

Paul said he had a plan. He knew how to get good coke and get plenty of it for us. One evening we drove to a three-story Victorian house in South Minneapolis where we picked up Darrell James, a man I had never met before. He was a quiet guy with bushy hair and a bulbous nose. He didn’t look thin enough to be a junkie. He looked like an accountant. He got into the front seat with Paul. They made me sit in the back. Then we drove to one of the largest medical office buildings in the Twin Cities area. Paul and Darrell parked the car a block away and told me to crouch down on the floor and watch out the window. When I saw them walking toward the car, I was supposed to climb into the front seat and drive away the instant they were both safely inside.

I couldn’t imagine what they were after in this building. There was no pharmacy inside.

What I learned that evening was that ear, nose and throat doctors were among the few medical professionals who had a legitimate use for cocaine. They carried large supplies of it in their offices—pure, liquid cocaine. Because it was pharmaceutical cocaine, the quality was guaranteed and controlled.

When we returned to Darrell’s house, we went inside and divided it up. They insisted I take a one-third share. They even had a doctor’s bag for me. I filled it up with bottle, after bottle, after bottle, after bottle, of pure liquid coke.

I looked into my doctor’s bag. I could not imagine using all this cocaine and running out. I had seen a lot of cocaine before—thousands and thousands of dollars worth—but never this much.

It was all mine.

This was the turning point for me.

It was the beginning of the end.

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