Ghost President

If the nights were heaven, the morning’s were hell. Adam Bennett woke up, often with a girl he didn’t recognize next to him, feeling lonelier than ever. The realization of what was his life hit him all at once the moment he opened his eyes. He was quickly becoming broke, without a job, and all his dreams that had once seemed just steps away now felt miles away. He’d dropped out of college long ago. Actually, he’d just stopped going to classes. In trying to forget his mom, he’d forgotten himself.
Looking to forget that morning’s epiphany, Adam found himself at his dealer’s apartment, knocking on the shabby wooden door. When the knob twisted, Adam was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing inside. She wasn’t your conventional beautiful girl, all done up and perfect, but she was the most beautiful girl Adam had ever seen. Her wavy, long blonde hair had streaks of purple and red and was tied in a loose braid hanging on her shoulder. Pieces of hair loose from the braid framed her face, and she wore an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt that dropped off one shoulder and a pair of patched shorts. Her feet were bare and each of her toenails were painted a different color. Adam had to fight a smile at the mere sight of her.
“Trigger! There’s a skinny dude here for you!” the beautiful girl yelled out. Her description was, sadly, true. Taking speed had whittled away Adam’s muscular figure. It was just one more thing taken from him by drugs. Trigger, Adam’s dealer appeared behind the girl and slapped hands with Adam.
“Man, come in. I’ve got some shit for you.”
“Alright,” Adam said. Trying to be nonchalant, he asked, “Who’s she?”
“I’m Cady. Hi.”
“I’m Adam.”
Cady smiled at him and then turned on her tip-toes to Trigger. Trigger reached onto a nearby table and picked up a bag of weed, placing it in Cady’s hand. “That’s the purple, right?” she asked, opening the bag up and smelling it.
“Damn straight.”
“Awesome.”
Cady grabbed Trigger’s shirt and then kissed him. “I fucking love you.”
Trigger laughed and pushed her back from him with a smile on his face.
“Get the hell out of here,” he said, nodding to the door. “Me and my boy, Adam, have business to take care of.”
“Your hair’s sexy,” Cady said, running her hands through Adam’s hair and causing his heart to beat a little quicker. It’s not that he wasn’t used to girls touching him; he just wasn’t used to caring. Adam smiled and Cady flashed a peace sign before walking out. Adam watched her hips sway as she left Trigger’s apartment.
“She’s beautiful,” Adam thought aloud.
“I already fucked her, dude. Pretty good.” Trigger walked into his kitchen. “You want your speed, right?”
“Uh, yeah.” Adam ran his finger along the table in the living room. “So, where’d you meet her?”
Trigger walked back into the living room with Adam’s speed. Adam reached into his pocket for his dwindling cash and pulled out three twenties. “She likes the pot, man. Lately a little into the coke too. One of those wild hippie types, she is.” Trigger handed Adam the speed and counted the twenties before pushing them into his pocket. “I’d forget about her, if I were you.”
“Thanks for this,” Adam said, holding up the speed.
“As long as you’ve got the cash, I’ve got the supply. Keep it fucking coming, man. You’re one of the good ones,” Trigger said, patting him on the shoulder.
“I’m a good junkie, huh?” Adam smiled. It probably wasn’t the kind of thing you should smile at, but he did. Trigger laughed and Adam walked backwards to the door, his hand finding the familiar doorknob even with his back to it. “I’ll probably be back next week for some more.”
“Good deal. Keep your nose clean, alright? I don’t want any of this shit coming back to me.”
“You got it,” Adam said. They shook hands and Adam left the apartment, his bag of drugs hidden away inside his jacket.