(photo via leslieeekirchhoff) I’m not going to...

I’m not going to pull any punches here, the internet’s full of enough of that shit. We both had drug problems. The kind from South America, and it was getting bad, so we got out of town. Her grandmother had passed, and had left her family this old summer place up on this hill, that overlooked a lake and we borrowed a car and drove up.

The place was completely empty besides a bed with just sheets and some hangers in the closet. Now I mention that we went away to get away from all the drugs, but really we went away to get our heads clear, to decide how we were going to pay back all the money we owed. I had already sold my books, two guitars and she got rid of her sewing machine and a bunch of clothes, but it still wasn’t enough, because it was never fucking enough.

We had managed to keep enough shit left over after the drive to maybe keep us high for two days, and after that I don’t know what the fuck she’d do.

But, you know we did our best, and tried to stay civil to each other, but it didn’t matter. I knew it as soon as we got out of the car I knew this was the beginning of the end of our relationship, and I guess she knew too. Because the whole time I thought she was looking out the window, praying that our dealer wouldn’t drive up, looking to collect, I realized that she was actually looking for him to pick her up. Because on the second afternoon I woke up from a nap, and she was gone. Just a note remained.

Michael,

Jon’s picked me up. I’ve bought our debt. Don’t call or try to find me. I’m with him now. You were fun and nice, but I have to do what’s best for me.

Love,

Taylor.

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