That first night spent with Adam high and on meth was the start of a vicious cycle I now refer to as the trifecta date as it lasted three days yet I didn’t win a single thing. No cash prize , no jackpot and definately no man of my dreams. No the only thing I ever got from the first of many trifecta dates was a crystal meth or Ice addiction that would stay with me much longer than he ever did.
After leaving the hotel we made our way back to his place about a 40 minute drive from the city which turned into a three to four hour trip as he had a few stops to make along the way .
First stop was a friends cafe to pick up more drugs and I was introduced to Ange. A tiny bubbly Greek girl with dark brown eyes and an infectious smile . She eyed me with what I later questioned Adam was venom.
Maybe an ex ? I thought to myself but Adam insisted when later questioned about it that they had been flat mates once . I would eventually learn different . We grabbed a coffee to go with our meth and headed off again. Next stop Rach’s waterfront property where I would for the first time meet the girl who would become the word of wisdom I should have listened to . She had been a high school friend of Adams and even though she offered me a patch of mattress to sit at the end of her bed whilst we passed the pipe back and forth I also got the ex vibe of rach as well. I was right . These two woman would later become friends, my flat mates and would eventually both be left behind in the ugly world of meth.
We finally headed back to Adams place where he lived in a townhouse in a gated community of sorts with his dad who owned it but was never there i would later discover as he stayed at his girlfriends place 6 out of 7 days a week,
Perfect set of circumstances for the two of us to get high 24/7 and do what ever the hell we wanted really.
And we did . We got high some more and we had sex like I thought I would never have again for the next two days .
On the fourth day together I met his dad as Adam had court.
Ok let’s pause …… Now you would think any right minded adult who was a mother of three and a bank manager would have run for the hills way before ever getting to this point right?
No not methed up me . I donned a suit and shuffled off to court with him and his dad to find out he had driven under the influence of a cocktail of drugs on New Year’s Day in a rented van full of djing and lighting equipment down the wrong side of a busy cafe district near my home along the bay which at that time would have been overflowing with people . He was spotted hanging and draping himself out of the open window by two off duty police officers who followed him until he was in an area safe to be pulled over and arrested. They hadn’t had to wait long as he fell asleep the next time he stopped and they seized the opportunity and pounced, dragging him out the van window.
He was given two suspended jail sentences by the judge that day and two good behaviour bonds as the judge said he could see Adam had the love and support of his family and loving partner. 4 days . 4 fucking days . What the hell was I thinking ? I should have run like Adam the coward wanted to as the judge had made him stand whilst he read out his sentence,
But I didn’t and there is another example of how I stopped myself ever being able to get off the roller coaster that became my daily routine for the next few months and sabotaged my perfect little life .
In a few short days meth had made me lose my inhibitions, my values, my common sense, my judgement of right and wrong and my ability to rationalise my decisions and everyday after that I lost another little piece of who I had been before I met that shiny glass pipe .
A Collared Mind 