Worried

I was on my way to school this morning when I got an incoherent text from Narc. I wrote back with a question mark. Then he called. He couldn't speak. His words were so slurred that I could barely make anything out. I asked if he had just gotten home. He said he hadn't been to sleep yet. He said he couldn't go to sleep because he was "surrounded by movies," (or something like that.) Then he asked me to come down there.

"I can't. I'm teaching," I said. "But are you sure you're okay?"

"Um, no," he answered.

Now what was I supposed to do?

I told him that if he wanted to see me later that he should call me when he wakes up.

"Why don't you call me?" he insisted.

"Okay, if that's what you want..."

"We're done now, Hyde," he said. And then he hung up the phone.

I'm worried about him. I really wish he weren't doing coke with James. It's so dangerous given his circulation problems. And he had really pretty much stopped doing coke until the past six months. I wish I could say something or do something, but I know how I used to react to people who had a problem with my drug use. It's not going to make a bit of difference.

I wish I weren't thinking about this right now. I have five minutes til class and I'm going to get reviewed today.

Yuck...

I just had to get it out somewhere...

love,
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