I went to a party at my ex-boyfriend's apartment, totally unlike any apartment he ever lived in. The apartment was designed or decorated in all 1980's black and mirror and glass and chrome. It was huge, and looked like a movie set. There were reporters and photographers there, apparently my loser ex had become a big media star somehow, and there were hundreds of party-goers there as well.
I went with my daughter, who is 18. Jay, my ex, invited us to have some refreshment so we followed him along many passageways and around corners in this gigantic apartment. There on two black glossy counters, were two two foot high mounds of cocaine.
Being the good party guests, we immediately snorted up and I felt the slow, sensous sensation of getting high. I also felt incredibly guilty for doing this in front of my daughter.