I thought my new life of Limousines and drugs was fun. I became a chauffeur myself and I was driving Australian celebrities to night clubs during the night and during the day I was driving pilots and air crew and also Japanese tourists.
It doesn't take many brain cells to work out that my body was depleting. I was not eating as my blind date boyfriend would not let me cookie the kitchen of our apartment. We would live out of restaurants, but not really eat much, I wasn't dancing anymore as I had injured my spine on a yacht years earlier and I also couldn't run due to the pain.
My muscles were shrinking along with my health and my life. I had stopped juicing daily, not stretching anymore and I was driving day and night.
My drug intake increased of course as it does, I had now levelled up to snow cones and ecstasy on top of more cocaine. Taking meds to make me go to sleep so my body didn't know what it was doing.
The dealers around in our life which I had been deliberately kept in hiding from, were becoming severe as my boyfriend was high on his own supply and not paying .
Muscles shrinking kept going down hill and the only exercise I was getting was dancing at night a warehouse parties and out of it, then coming back to our apartment on the 13th floor in Sydney and taking the lift to the roof and swimming at 3am in the freezing pool in the mid of winter.
How I didn't have a heart attack is beyond my comprehension, my heart was racing faster than Phar Lap.
