My girlfriend had been shacking up with some junkie and getting herself hooked on the shit. And when I say shacking up I do mean she was fucking him. But I’d guess he was about as impotent as the bruised arm he forced the old needle into, so I guess my manhood was still intact in that sexual pride sense. She was more addicted to his wares than the man himself.
I could have dumped her on the sidewalk and left her for the vultures like anyone else would, but that’s not how I do things. Maybe I felt superior because I’d been bullying campers all summer, but I don’t think so. I just don’t believe you should give up on someone just because they don’t want to get with you anymore. But don’t worry. I wasn’t whipped. This was strictly ethics.
Anyway, she owed a lot of people money and her dopey new boyfriend wasn’t helping any. In fact, I thought he was going to kick the bucket anytime. I was sick as hell thinking that she was going to sell herself or something worse to make up for all the dope she’d buried.