1975

Jimmy was a lot of things. He was a great lover, he was a great guitarist, he was creative, but he was also a drug addicted 3 years, lately his intake had been heavier. He was full on relying on Heroin at this point. He didn’t feel that he had a heroin problem, heroin was like his best friend. But you knew that it was a problem when he started to push you away just to get to it. Just for the feeling it gave him, the rush of adrenaline that he felt when he injected himself.

You decided to sit down and have a talk with him about his addiction. As his girlfriend you wanted what was best for him. To him the talk felt like an intervention, and that was the one thing he wasn’t going to stand for at all. He got his “fix” of it together, and began to inject himself with the needle, not taking in a single word that you said. He knew that you wanted the best for him, but he felt that this was the best for him.

Jimmy: Come on love, don’t knock it til you try it.

He chuckled after removing the needle from his arm. He wiped some sweat from his forehead, and got his curls from out of his eyes to get a better look at you. He smile at you as sign that he was fine. So far it had no negative side effect to him, so in his mind thats what qualified as making him “okay”. He was the farthest thing from okay, and it wasn’t hard to tell, even his bandmates could agree that he was addicted. But Jimmy didn’t care, as long as he had his “fix” nothing else in the world mattered to him.