Chapter 6
It might have been the heat or the crazy pace of our life that increased the speed of our precipitous slide into addiction during the first summer in Paris. The next party we attended is where the beast began to clearly show the its ugly head. Why Bridgette’s get-together would bring the ugliness into full view was beyond me?
One of the first subtle signs of a problem was my willingness to tell little white lies like saying I had read when I had slept or went for a walk when I had really sat by the Seine smoking a joint. I also began to doubt much of what Mark would tell me. Our behavior at Bridgette’s party was much more overt so denial was required to maintain the fake image of ourselves! My later reliance on Demerol would make it much more difficult to overlook my risky be
