I fell in love once. I mean, I think it was love. I met him at an art show in Vanc city some time three Decembers ago. It was like -20 degrees outside and inside his chest cavity, too. I was sitting down in a corner, doing something on my phone, way too many drinks in. He came up to me, took my drink out of my hand and said to me "Alcohol is bad for you". He handed me a water bottle and took a seat next to me. He then proceeded to light a cigarette and finish my drink. I learned a lot of things that night. Actually, I've learned numerous things since that night. Through him and his mistakes, I learned. He looked at me right in the eyes and said "You. Let me tell you something. I'm going to be the worst thing that will and can ever happen to you, but I'm going to be the most memorable one, too." At that point, I knew he was crazy and a little under the influence. I was intrigued. There was something about him. In his eyes, to be more specific. There was something in the ambiance, the lights, the music, there was something. For some strange reason our stars aligned that night and fate decided to put us both there at that very moment. That night we both chose our demise, he choose chemicals, substances, and the limelight... I chose him- Knowingly and willingly. I was his breath of fresh air. He ought to pollute mine, but i still breathed... knowingly and willingly I breathed. He gave me the answers to the test so that I wouldn't have to stick around and learn the lesson. I, I willingly threw the answers away. He wasn't going to rob me of the knowledge and experience. I wanted the lesson. I wanted the test. I wanted the answers. He was the lesson. He was the test. He was the answer.