Part one of term paper
I awoke to the smell of an old house, the lights were off and the house was cold and damp. Doug was nudging me saying "Wake-up! I got us a wake-up . . . get out of bed!" He was wide awake and holding a sixteenth of cocaine in his hand. My stomach started churring as I got up and ran to the restroom. He had woken me up many days like this ...

Part two of term paper
... Doug hit me on the side of my head and said "Your shaking too much, let me do that." I pulled away from the faucet and let the syringe fall into the sink. Then I rolled up the shirt sleeve on my right arm. I looked at my arm. I had tracks, needle marks, up and down my arm. My shirt sleeve had blood stains on it from the day before. I held out my arm and demanded "I get the first one and I want coke not watered down coke!" Doug pulled my arm close to him and inserted the needle in my arm. As I ...