Despite your young age, you did some pretty hardcore drugs even full grown adults were afraid of trying. One night, after a big fight with your drunken father, you left the house angrily and walked through the harsh, cold November night with a scowl on your face. You eventually arrive at Eddies trailer, knocking on the door. A few moments later the door creaks open. "An eight ball of coke, correct?" Eddie asked, he knew what you wanted. "Yeah." Your voice croaked.