Love at First High
Introduction
I flashed back to when I met her. In the summer. It was one of those days, one of those days that was every day, and my love, my life, my vice, Mrs. Ketamine was coursing through my veins. I had plastered a sticker on my face over a pimple. I pretended it was all the rage. I remembered meeting her. She didn't have her wigs then. She had her natural hair.. which I hardly ever saw again. And the moment I saw her... I said to myself: "She's not the one you're going to fall in love with".