Hello, Fellow WOE Friends,
I hope you’re all cruising through the week nicely.
Today’s interview is with Larry, a recent guest at the WOE. He is nineteen years old and came on a one-week family vacation with his parents. On the third day of his vacation, he asked one of the staff at the Information booth in the State Fair, if he could meet with me. The message was, “I have a story I need to share with you so you can share it with others.”
I met Larry the day after for dinner at the onsite hotel he was staying at; The Family Hotel – History. We sat together and ate, while he told me his story. I can tell you that after we finished dessert and his story was over, I was glad he told me. I also promised him I would include his story on our new web page, WOE Cares, to warn and inspire others about drugs. He thought the WOE Care Cards were a great idea!
Here is Larry’s Story.
“I was fifteen, working as a dishwasher at a Chinese restaurant. The money I earned was partially put into savings to buy a car, and the rest was for spending. I had a few friends that I hung around with in my neighborhood. We were pretty close and stayed out of trouble, except for minor things (vandalism).
I met this girl named Shelby. She was thirteen at the time we met and had a twin sister named Tracy. They were both attractive and energetic and enjoyed the game room, as I did. There was something about being with other kids and putting quarters in old school pinball machines and video games that were much more fun than playing by yourself at home.
The more my friends and I hung out, the more I got to know Shelby. I would give her tokens to play games with me and on her own. She was a real flirt, and at the age of fifteen, I was into it.
They lived a few blocks away from the game room. I went over their place, as a friend, and met their dad. He was a hair stylist at the local mall. He was a good-looking man, trying to raise two girls on his own. They were down from Ohio, trying to make a life in Florida.
Shelby and Tracy’s room was pretty bare. They each had a mattress on the floor, no dressers or any real furniture. I just took it as they needed a place to stay and didn’t have money for furniture yet.
I must say, I was pretty slow when it came to picking up on girls signals if you know what I mean. Once, while skipping school, I went over their place. Shelby walked around in a shirt and underwear. But I didn’t make a move. Call it shy or stupid. It never dawned on me why they didn’t go to school at the time.
Once she told me her dad needed $500 to stay in Florida. Otherwise, they would have to move back to Ohio.
I convinced my grandfather (to avoid my parents from getting involved) to help me withdraw the money from my savings account.
I gave the money to Shelby, and she said her dad promised to pay it back.
Weeks went by, and she needed more money, but I couldn’t help her. I also didn’t get any of my money back.
She would tell me different excuses for why her dad couldn’t pay me back. I felt like I wouldn’t get paid, so I went to my parents. My dad wound up meeting with him, and they set up a payment plan. Her dad did start paying me back, but I only received a portion before Shelby, and I went our separate ways. My dad wound up stopping over a few more times to try and collect what he could.
One night at the game room, a van pulled up with two older teens. Much older than Shelby. She got in, and they took off. I didn’t know who they were or what was going on. Tracy hung out with us and said Shelby had been seeing these boys recently and going off with them.
A few weeks went by, and since there was no more Shelby, I stopped going to the game room. Then one day, my friend called me up to say there was an article in the newspaper about Shelby. She had been murdered.
The article said the two young men had raped her and stabbed her forty-five times. Her body was dumped in the water and found a few days later. The article said there were drugs involved.
As some time went by, we learned her dad was a cocaine user, and that was why he needed the money. He wound up taking his own life a year after his daughter was murdered.
All that was left was his daughter Tracy and her older step-sister, who came down from Ohio to look after her.
I never knew she was into drugs and didn’t understand why. But when I look back, it all made sense. Shelby didn’t have much of a father, and her mother had already died. She was alone and wanted more action than playing video games.
Peter, several years past when I was with another friend, driving around looking for something to do. We wound up in a neighboring city, at a gas station to use the bathroom.
While we were sitting in the parking lot for a few minutes, this guy on a payphone came over and asked us for money. He said he needed to get high and needed money. His girlfriend came out of the convenience store and walked up in front of the car.
He then said to me, ‘If you give me twenty dollars, I will let you have sex with her.’
I was shocked and questioned him, ‘You’re telling me I can have sex with her for twenty dollars?’
‘Yes. I need to go pick it up, and we can come back here and use the bathroom to get high, and you can do your thing with her.’
My friend was skeptical, but his girlfriend, probably about fifteen, was scorching. I agreed. They jumped in the back, and we drove a few blocks from the gas station to a house.
The guy got out and went up to the side of the house, leaving his girlfriend in the car with us. Within a few minutes, he came back, and we drove back to the gas station.
I went into the bathroom with them, while my friend stayed in the car.
I have only smoked pot and drank. But this guy pulled out a small bag, put this stuff on a spoon with some liquid, and lit it from underneath with his lighter. When it melted, he pulled out a syringe and sucked up the liquid drug. He then put a strap around his forearm, tapped his veins many times with his fingers, inserted the needle into one of his veins and pushed the syringe to inject it.
Then he did the same thing to his girlfriend. He even offered some to me, which I turned down.
When they were done, he told his girlfriend to do what she needed to do, and he walked out. She didn’t want to do anything and pleaded with me not to go on with the agreement. I insisted we do.
To spare you the details, she walked out of the bathroom several times, and her boyfriend kept sending her back in. She wanted just to perform fellatio, but I demanded more.
It was not what she had bargained for that night, and she was not a prostitute or a whore. She was a young, white girl hooked on heroin. He was also not her pimp. He was her boyfriend. But the drug was so powerfully addictive, they did what they needed to get high.
What became of her, I have no idea. But I’m sure it only got worse from there.
On my first night here with my family, I had a dream I was that girl. I dreamed of what it was like through her eyes. A young, innocent girl now held hostage and willing to do anything to get that feeling again.
The next night, I dreamed I was Shelby and experienced what she went through. I awoke the next morning and knew I had to tell you my story, Peter because others need to know.
My advice to any young teen or even adult that is contemplating using hardcore drugs; it only takes one time. That’s it. One time and you can be hooked and taken hostage. Please don’t! Remember Shelby and the girl in the gas station bathroom!”
I thanked Larry for seeking me out and told him the WOE Cares. If you have a tween, teenager, or know of someone who does, try and direct them to the WOE Care Cards. They may help save a life. WOE Cares!
Thanks for reading! Until next time,