Saturday morning

Saturday morning, turned on my phone - I notice one voice message; dialed and listened - digital voice comes through the speakers; Friday 10:32pm, the audio is not the best too much background noise - but it sounded something like "garson I eh know what I doing", or something like that. I have not committed the number of the caller to memory, but I have a gut feeling I know who it was; send off a quick text but never get a response. Later on that morning my gut feeling was confirmed. "Garson I eh know why I eh listen to you". You see other than advising my buddy to allow better judgement to prevail regarding his current tryst, I also warned him about a lang kaka "friend" of his fling. I had encountered the lang kaka in the pass, I know she could contribute to things get really ugly, really quick.

I find myself with a front row seats to a potential car crash (no trains here, though a train wreck would have sounded better). You know how it is when there is an accident - everything slows to a crawl as motorist move passed the scene; they wanna see whether they know the person(s) involved in the accident, they wanna see the extent of the damage, and as they drive off they try to process how it may have happened.

In this case I know the persons involved, how it began (and I've made a reasonable assumption of how the "car crash" could happen - it hasn't happened but the cars are swerving). What I don't know and have not tried to assume is the extent of the damage - but there will be damage.

I know what you're thinking - if I see the problem this could create why don't I speak to my buddy right. The thing is, I already have, plus he has already reasoned the potential disaster of the situation. Yet he plunges head first into this - begs the question which head.

I think some time last year I blogged about seeing a train wreck about to happen and doing nothing to stop it - I think I equated it to being insane. I suppose there is some credence in the adage - birds of a feather flock together. In all honesty, I hope my buddy gets ahead of the curve and gets out of this situation before it gets away from him - right now he's like a stick in wet mud, the longer he pounds away at it the deeper he gets, the harder it is for him to get out.

The cocaine high is addictive and can cloud ones judgement - there is nothing nice about being a junkie, getting off the high or going through withdrawal. Hopefully he won't have to learn the hard way.