Addiction was something that ran in his bloodline. An aloholic father, a plastic surgery addicted brother, and another opium addicted brother. Cocaine was just Remingtons choice of release. He had gone too far with it seven times this year and ended up in the hospital on more occasions than you were comfortable with. But you were his friend, not his girlfriend. So you were just there to make sure he didn't die, right?

Yeah... right...right...

He took another line off the table, eyes glazed over as he rocked back and forth on his feet. That was the 9th line in the past two hours, and you were getting a bad feeling as you sat on the couch and puffed your vape. "I'm feeling fuckin great. This tour is gonna be lit, dude. Fuckin wild- shit, man, I want to go on a walk or something. Shits got me pumped." He twitched his hands against his pant legs before running a hand across his face, blinking a few times.