CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
2004- Little Hits
The second the dope hit my system, I knew I’d have to find another way to manage. Don’t get me wrong- I knew that I was gonna be back to using but it had to be kept under control. I could not allow it to impact my job, my relationship with Donya and Marisol, my living situation or my parole status. Basically, I had to find a way to use heroin without having it impact my life. I’d tried to adhere to a maintenance routine back when things were starting to fall apart over on Halsey, but I was younger and stupider, and none of those fuckers cared if I was a druggie mess. This time the stakes were much higher- I couldn’t be smacked out and function as a live in domme at a boutique. Plus, I was still on parole.
So, I leaned on my usual combo of expensive brandy, Ambien QCarbo and goldenseal to make it through the grueling days between the 27th and January 3rd, with very small (extremely small, I swear) bumps of heroin interspersed throughout the day, to take the edge off as needed.
The girls closed the dungeon to the public on the 2nd and brought in a cleaning crew to sterilize and deep clean the entire apartment, with special attention paid to the playroom. Once the crew left, Donya reminded me that we were officially closed until the third week of the month. She didn’t give a specific date, but I wasn’t tripping on that. I had more than enough money to sustain me during the downtime, and I’m sure I could find ways to fill my time.
All I needed to do was keep cool and make sure I found a way to read clean during my bi-weekly check-ins with my P.O. They didn’t always test me, but a single dirty result would send me back to prison and I did not want that.
I went to sleep early that night- my body and mind were worn out from that crazy run I’d just been on. And now I had to face my new normal- relapse.
When I woke up next morning, the apartment was dead quiet. I went into the kitchen to get something to drink and found a note by the coffee maker, written in Donya’s distinctive loopy script:
Happy New Year, Eula!
Marisol & I both headed out of town for a few weeks.
Enjoy having the apartment to yourself while we’re gone, but PLEASE take care to respect the space.
We trust you!
Don’t forget- we’ll be back in business the third week of the month.
Be ready for it!
Love,
Donya
Wow.
They both dipped without telling me. I wonder where they went!
I wandered the apartment from end to end, as I let my mind roam to all the fabulous places I could envision those fabulous girls jetting off to. And then I noticed that both of the girls had padlocked their bedrooms. I walked back to the living room and saw that the liquor cabinet had also been secured. Then, I walked back towards my room and saw that the dungeon had been triple locked.
I shrugged. Can’t say I blamed them.
Oh well. I guess I knew how I was going to be spending the next few weeks.
I checked my calendar and saw that my next check-in wasn’t until January 14th, so I had a cool week and a half to get my piss test plan worked out.
In the meantime, it was time to take a trip downtown.
