The Vodka and Cocaine ripped though my veins as I ran out of the aging movie stars bungalow. Could he be dead? I left so fast when he hit the floor. I knew he was bad news. It’s so dark and cold this night with the wind pushing the rain sideways slashing my face. My mind was racing with blurry clips of what just happened. I can’t find my keys and I have to get out of here fast. I drive my way down Victory Boulevard as if I am in someone else’s body. I turned the radio on even louder to drown my mind of words I don’t want to hear. My heart is racing uncontrollable and I don’t know what to do. Should I turn around and go back? Someone would see me and I just couldn’t risk that. The rain was coming down so hard I had to pull over to catch my breath. What have I done?