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Ivan allowed himself to be pulled on down next to James. He returned hold of the man’s hand and clung to it rather tight. Holding hands wasn’t something they did much and he wanted to take all the time he could for it now.
Ivan hadn’t even realized how little he know of James’ past. Hearing it was just as horrible as his was some how comforting. It was nice to feel a connection through words for once. “Oh yeah?” He asked. “And how were you fucked up?”
“I always loved music, I was pretty young when I started sneaking into clubs. I only did it for the music but my parents got the idea that I was doing it for booze and drugs. So they kicked me out of the house, on my way out I stole my mom’s guitar, I crashed at friends and played music on the streets to get money. Eventually the right person heard me, I got a job had a club bartending and warming up the crowd. I didn’t make much but enough to get my own place, it was tiny but it was something. Doesn’t sound too bad but as you might know I did get into drugs, you must have tasted it in my blood. My first girlfriend got me into it and she died from an overdose while I was passed out next to her, after that I sometimes did things to get money or drugs... things I rather not remember.” James looked down not sure he could face Ivan at that moment. “But I guess it’s not that bad when I think back... At least not compared to others”
