The Life of Bill

White Stuff

I was traded in to a group of gangsters. It was one of the scariest things that have ever happened in my life.

I thought being with the people of importance was awful, but this was worse.

They thought trading me in to some gangsters would help them plot something evil to the town's chief.

To me, it was some nightmare that came to life.

I had been with these gangsters for a while, and their place was very murky and dark.

I wasn't so sure if they meant it to be like that—mirroring their personalities and whatnot—or maybe it's because dark places are places nobody really looks at most times.

Aside from the alcohol, the guns, the tattoos, and wild laughter, there's the drugs.

I didn't want to be involved in any of their plans or get-togethers but they always forced me.

After the end of every night, I was covered in cocaine. The white stuff was everywhere and I hated it.

Lucky for me, I don't get the high that the gangsters got.

Still, it was terrible.

I hated who I was at the time because I couldn't get away. It feels so terrible to be helpless.

I just wished, at the time, that someone would rescue me.