Currently Listening To: Defeater - Empty Days & Sleepless Nights
Notre Dame de Namur University is a very "interesting" institution to attend. Most young people who enroll there as a Freshman are fairly ignorant and end up in terrible, often dangerous situations because of their lack of life experiences. With that said, I would like to introduce you to a girl named Penelope.
I was first introduced to Penelope Brimhall (originally from Redmond, WA) in Dr. Maxwell's "Intro to the Old Testament" class. She was a sweet girl, modest, natural beautiful, and she always smelled like strawberries. Because she was so innocent and charming, she was also every young mans fantasy. Unfortunately, Penelope was not an easy girl to sway. She attended parties hosted by various university sports teams, but she generally did not get wasted (I have only seen her drink Smirnoff Ice, but never more than two). She always kept her wits about her and never got drunk.
Even though Penelope had a good head on her shoulders and always made the right decisions, she felt like she was missing out on all the "fun" people were having around her. She secretly wanted to be the center of attention, but she (like most women her age) was scared of being judged negatively. She knew that if she drank she would loosen up a bit, but was not into losing all her inhibition. Penelope liked to be in control, so the thought of her being drunk and "black-out" really scared her.
One Friday night, while hanging with a couple of girlfriends in the common area of a New Hall dorm, Penelope overheard Tiffany and Lauren talking about scoring an "8-ball" of cocaine. Penelope had never done a drug in her life (she wouldn't even take a Tylenol for a headache), but she was sick of always being labeled as a "goody two-shoes" and "innocent", so when Tiffany and Lauren went into the bathroom together, Penelope followed.
The girls were a little shaken when Penelope expressed interest in throwing down for the drugs. Being the terrible people they are, Tiff and Lo agreed that Penelope could hang out with them that evening. They realized that Pen would probably only do a line or two and would be so yakked out that she wouldn't want to do more than that. After getting all the money together (roughly $120) Tiffany went to pick up the sack from her dealer a couple of cities down the 101S.
Within 30 minutes Tiffany had returned. She said nothing as she entered the common room, but tapped Lauren on the shoulder and slunk off into her dorm room, shortly followed by the two other ladies. After the door shut Tiffany whipped out a bag which contained several large white rocks of the "booger sugar". As Tiff was opening the baggie to do some of the drugs she was talking a mile a minute. It was rather noticeable that she was already "on one" and ready to for another. Penelope stood behind the other girls, watching them very carefully. Their movements were methodical. Tiffany pulled out a tiny mirror and placed a fairly big rock on it a crushed it with tow of her parents credit cards. As she was "lining the girls up", Lauren was rolling up a $50 bill. She handed the rolled bill to Tiffany who was clearing her nostrils so the coke wouldn't get clumped up in her nasal passage. She inserted the bill in her left nostril, put her head down, and snorted deep. She lifted her head almost immediately to make sure she got a nice, long drip and said softly, "Goddamn this shit is pure!" She took the rest of her half a line in the other nostril and handed the bill off to Lo after checking her nose for residue. Just as Tiffany had done, Lauren followed suit.
Penelope was nervous, she felt sick to her stomach. As the girls were doing their lines Penelope was questioning whether or not she should be doing something so irresponsible. She could hear her mothers voice in her head, but before she could talk herself out of it, Penelope was handed the $50 to roll up to take the plunge. She looked at the bill and then at the girls, who were not sniffling and whose eyes where becoming glazed over and dilated. Penelope wanted this to be something she wanted to remember so before taking her line she went on the laptop in front of her to find her "coke song". She decided on "Rich" by the Yeah Yeah Yeah's, a fitting song for this very moment. As the song played she rolled the bill very carefully, cleared her nostrils like the others two before her, inserted the bill in her left nostril, and lowered her head over the tiny mirror. She closed her eyes and snorted hard and lifted her head almost immediately and coughed. Tiffany and Lauren instructed her not to spit and keep her head back in order to get a good drip. Penelope made a sour sort of face, probably because she was not ready for the awkward taste of the drugs. She felt her palms starting to get sweaty and her heart rate increased and her face was a little flush. Penelope looked at her "friends" first with a look of disbelief and then a stupid half smile. "Do you want to do another line?", asked Penelope. Tiff looked over at Lauren and they gave each other a reasurring look and said, "Fuck yea we are gonna do another!" The girls had a long night ahead of them...
3am...
Penelope is pacing in the common area of Tiffany and Laura's dorm, still really feeling the drugs coursing through her veins, never knowing what it feels like come down from hard drugs. Her head felt as if it were being spit open by a hatchet, heart beating at the speed of a quarter horse, skin pale and clammy. Penelope wanted more drugs. She now had a taste for the yummy white powder, but her "partners in crime" were now nowhere to be found. Tiffany had bolted from the room a little over an hour ago looking for her regular late night fuck and Lauren felt sick and decided to go for a leisurely walk around campus in an attempt to feel better. Penelope was left to suffer the comedown alone. Her thoughts we scattered and she was no doubt in a paranoid state, but one thing her mind could focus on for more than five seconds was finding more of this wonderful drug.
Always,
Maddog
