So last night I had on of the scariest experiences of my life; what could it be you might ask? Well this story starts on Tuesday. Tuesday evening I was sitting home watching the Royal Ballet's The Nutcracker, when I got a text from my friend asking if I wanted to hang out with her and my other friend Wednesday night. I said that I might be busy, but if I wasn't that I would love to. So come Wednesday the plans that I had fell through and I was going to be able to hang out with her. So I texted her, and the plan was that my other friend was going to come pick me up from my house and then we were going to go to the grocery store where she worked. This all went smoothly. We went and got her, and then we went to Riverton so that she could buy drugs?! What?! This girl I have known since 8th grade and she has always been the "good girl" friend. She was the girl that used to get on me for swearing! And now she's whoring around and doing E and Shrooms?!.
So we get to Riverton to her dealers house, and I park the car (I took her keys when she mentioned that she could see stars around the street lamps) and we wait for about 5 minutes. Then this 17-18 year old kid comes up to the car and gets in. well she is talking to him, and they decide to go to his place to get blue hearts I think? So I’m driving over there, and the kid pulls out a gun! And he's talking' up how he got it really cheap, and whoopty doo! So we get to his place and they go into his house, I decided that I should probably go with her because A. this kid had a gun, and B. this kid was kind of shady and I would hate myself if she got raped. So after sitting there for about 15 minutes I decided that she's going to be fine, and I really didn't want to be there if there was a drug bust or something (I’m kind of a sissy about that kind of stuff). So I went out to the car with my other friend.
The rest of the night consisted mostly of me driving around Salt Lake County, and getting In-n-Out burger. But over all I think that that was one of the scariest things that have ever happened to me. And I know, drugs? That’s sissy stuff, but I had never really had a friend that was an addict, let alone went to their dealer’s house. It makes me sad for her, she used to have so much potential... and now, well I don't really know what now.
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