In an undisclosed building in the city. There waits a woman, waiting for her friend. He’s been going threw a lot lately and they have been friends for a while.

He isn’t her only friend but he’s the most needy. He longs to see her, she knows how to take care of him. What she gives him, no one else can.

She offers him the type of therapy that he needs. That toxic therapy that keeps him missing her. When he is with her he feels free to be himself. The miserable addict that he aspires to be.

All of his life he did everything right. Got the right job, went to the right schools, got the right girls. That wasn’t him, he just wanted to get high; desiring to be a junkie all his life.

With her, he shook the pressure of being perfect all the time. He finally could relax when he was with her. She didn’t mind, she liked him and wanted him. Wanted to lay around and get high with him.

When he saw her he felt at home. There was no place for him like when he placed himself in her company. No pressure, no obligations just her and her drugs. When he was with her life is pure bliss.

He would see her and instantly feel that sense of relief. Engrossed in the smell of her drugs all the expectations that people have of him are gone in a cloud of smoke.

He stripped off his office clothes and spent time in her naked embrace. Smoke, drink, and indulge in her grace. His life didn’t exist, there was no job, no mistakes, no responsibilities. Just her and her drugs.

When it was time to go he could face his problems with confidence. He felt a new sense of purpose. The stress of perfection was waiting for him. He was ready to return to his life.

Toxic therapy 😌.