when I woke up I sat in bed, try to get up but fall over on the bed. I grabbed the bottle of vodka near me, drank few sips to motivate me and finally get up. I went to bahroom, staggering a few with the bottle my hand.
After my shower, I tried to make up, but my vision was too blurred so I asked to my son to bring me my cocaine. while waiting for him I stay there, fermly hanging the sink with one hand to keep balance, and with other hand hatdly drinking from bottle
when he arrived, i realized it was only 7.30AM and I was drunk, so I watched him preparing my lines while drinking deeply
once they were made, I tried to take them, but I couldn't follow the line with the straw, so I sat on toilet, put the straw in my nose, and my son holded the miror and guided it.
Once done, he turned back put the miror and grab the bottle and while proffering to me he told:"it left nearly nothing, finish it". in fact, it left more than 2 inches in the bottle, but he asked it so sweetly that I drank all.
While I was drinking, he made me some more lines, and once again, he helped me to take them.
I get up and go to make me up, swaying on my feet, doing small steps in all direction to keep balance.
At the moment I left bathroom, my son was coming to me with a new bottle, he's such a devil sometimes, I told him that I have to stay quiet because I was going to be drunk at work, he replied:"don't worry Mom, I'll make you some more lines". So I laughted and I drank, While drinking, I felt back so I grabbed the door frame but don't stop to drink.
Once done, I proudly watched my son, my pussy was so wet the I could smell it, I saw in his eyes a kind of challenge, even if I was grabbing the door frame, I was spinning, but I couldn't resist so I chugged at new, I chugged with rage, fighting against my body to swallow the liquor that was burning me and fighting to keep balance, walking in all drirections the bottle fixed on my lips.
when I stopped drinking , I was out of breath, alcohol my smashing my brain and my daugther in my belly was hitting me as hell
I wanted to sit on the floor, but I knew that if I did it, I will never get up
I walked to my bedroom, affixed at the wall, closing one eye to focus the door. once arrived, I let me fall on the bed and slurred to my son: "drug me", with a tone of supplication.
He filled my nose with all the C that left, and I felt it flowed in my throat. He helped to dress up, to get up and to walk to my car.
when I arrived at work, I had to stay in the carpark to recover because I was too drunk to get out my car and walk to my office
in fact, it took me 4 hours to be able to do it
working day is over and I'm still too drunk to walk straight
I'm staggering in the streets trying to find somebody to sell me some cocaine
