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living in a modest house surrounded by the forested area the couple played in as children. Seeing Ali running free for the first time in the backyard remains one of the best memories of his life. Yet, in the back of his mind, it bothered him that the memory was created by the selling of drugs. He never truly was a moral man, but something felt inherently wrong with the situation. He even had swallowed his pride and started selling himself to further increase their profit. However, he almost quit the illegal activity once he found out that the person receiving a hefty cut for their work was none other than one of Owen’s most hated enemies, Roy Grayson. He had recently encouraged Patricia to upgrade in terms of product, notably pain killers, cocaine and heroin. When Owen confronted her and told her that this had to end, she changed his mind with a blow job. She had always had her ways to get what she wanted.
    It wasn't long before Owen and Patricia were experimenting with harder drugs. When Ali was being watched by Owen’s mother, they would partake in a new euphoria. While a blur now, he recalled the basic consistencies of their nights: Fighting, fucking and sleeping. Despite his best efforts to stop and be the family man he needed to be, the cravings pulled him further in. Cocaine had become his new mortal enemy and savior. Every day was a fight of resistance, but when he succumbed and took that magical bump of coke, all his sins of being a terrible father were forgiven. Both he and his girlfriend loved the feeling, and they showed it often physically. They were addicted, and neither could truly deny it.
    Owen took a seat on his bed and stared deeply at the light brown leather of his glove. A pain in his side halted his trip down memory lane. It really didn't matter, as he could never recall the next three years anyway. Ali's first day of kindergarten, the night he finally proposed to Patricia, or the day his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer; all were past occurrences that once found residence in his brain, but due to the overuse of drugs and alcohol, were evicted. However, the one thing he did remember during that time frame was the apex of his downward spiral. A Roaring 20's seller, handpicked by Roy to be the couple’s distributor of their newest venture, white powder heroin, had agreed to meet them in a hotel room in Longview. After selling the couple a kilo of his product, the distributor, clad in a leather vest with greasy long black and gray hair, shamelessly offered an extra gram for free if Patricia would have sex with him.
    Just a month before, they had started using heroin. Both were in agreement that it was by far the best drug they’ve had. The talon claws of the drug were sunk deep into their backs, but they didn’t mind. However, this was a ridiculous proposal. Surely she wouldn’t do such an act for it. But the vivid memory of the hesitant Patricia glancing at him, waiting for him to say something, still occasionally haunted Owen in his constant nightmares. His thoughts at that time were paranoid and assumptive. Why is she looking at me like that? Why the fuck did she not say no? Does she want the heroin that badly? If that’s the case…then I want it too.
    Instead, he replied only with silence, his eyes intensely staring into the small baggy that the seller was holding in between his fingers. Patricia set her eyes on the baggy too. With an unenthusiastic yes that hid her depression, she took the baggy from the distributor’s fingers, then handed it to Owen. He promised to save her half. She nodded with a look of a young child, whose beloved dog died. Focusing only on the powerful substance in his hand, he quickly and quietly took the gram into the bathroom to give the two of them privacy. Using the bathtub to support his back, he took a seat on the floor. After tying up his bicep with a leather belt, he allowed the needle to penetrate an exposed vein. Even though there was a piercing pain, he