Jan 19 2009
Wild ride.
It was October and just becoming fall, trees were shedding their leaves; the breeze had a different feeling, cool and calming. I had spent that summer striving to change my life, searching for something new and different, something more interesting. After graduation I couldn’t bare to be trapped in my home town, I needed out, I wasn’t the only one feeling smothered, my best friend was down for the ride. We fled leaving no regret behind; growing up in the desert we yearned for the busy beach city life. My grandparents lived by the beach and coincidently had a spare room, and there we were, at the beach with the whole summer ahead of us. We made new friends, got jobs, and at any spare time it was guaranteed that we were at the beach.
The real story began toward the end of our time there. Out of a spontaneous impulse a close friend sent one text message, “I’m coming to Long Beach”, we thought it strange but we were excited to see him. He had no directions at all just a car full fun guys looking for something to do on a Friday night.
My hair brushed across my face tickling my lips, I pulled my hood closer around my face. A million thoughts rushed my mind; what if we get caught, what if something goes wrong, what if “he” finds out what I’m really doing. The beach looked so different at night almost a bit scary, the waves crashed much more loudly than I’ve ever heard before. They all ran down to the waves each disappearing into the fog. I had a conversation with myself for a moment; ok, loosen up it’s not a big deal, CHILL OUT. We laid out our towels in a circle, and then distributed the pills to those who hadn’t already taken them. I was close with everyone there except for two boys I went to school with but never really ever talked to. Before I knew it I was rolling harder than I ever had, I felt like I was going in and out of sobriety, one moment loving everything I was doing, and the next wondering what the hell I was thinking.
