Cecil's Story continued

I sat there , and just listened to him speak for hours about his childhood . I started to think that he was just waffling on , he was about 4 joints down by now. Then he started speaking about  his struggle with drinking and drugs .

“When I turned eighteen I joined a band called “the rancid apples “ and after a few gigs we found ourselves a manager and started moving up in the world , more money was coming in and with that came the girls . Oh man you should’ve seen these creatures ! All wanting a bit of the rock life . So I gave it to any one of them that asked . then came the drugs man . Drinking was fun and bender with mates is always good but my first time doing speed was something else. Bent over in a toilet stall backstage , doing three lines in a row off of the toilet seat , fuck  . I didn’t give a shit what it was . If you gave me rat poison I’d stick it up my nose or in my veins ."

“The toilet stall was my home for at least two hours before every show . Sometimes I wouldn’t even go on because I was to loaded . It got so bad that my band had to kick me out . They all chipped in and sent me to a rehabilitation center in Cape Town South Africa . I think they just wanted me as far away from them as possible. I love music man so you can imagine how upset I was to not have that outlet anymore . I never knew that through this terrible time in my life I would begin to find my true calling.” When I left rehab I had nothing, just my clothes and my guitar mate , that’s it . Then I met Joseph “

I wondered who this joseph was and what he had done to help Cecil . “ who’s joseph ?” I asked “is he still in Cape Town ? “ Cecil laughed , “easy mate he’s here I’ll introduce to him later “ I could see that Cecil was tired of talking . “I’m really high mate and there’s a band on in five, we’ll chat more later but now lets go get a drink .”

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