
"I smoked weed for the first time when I was eleven. By the time I was twelve, I was doing coke with my older friends on the weekends. I started taking Vicodin as a teenager when my tonsils were removed. When I ran out, I started buying Oxycontin, then moved onto heroin because it was cheaper. I just snorted it for awhile, because I was scared of needles, but eventually it stopped working and I wanted to feel that rush again. I got up to 30 or 50 bags a day. I was driving a dealer around, so I got it for cheap. After awhile, I wasn’t even doing it to feel good anymore. I just did it so I wouldn’t feel sick. I started stealing from my family, and doing other things that I don’t even want to talk about. If I didn’t have any, I’d just sit in bed all day, too anxious to lay down, but too tired to stand up. I’ve been off it for 15 months now. I stopped when my best friend died. I’m actually going to get my methadone refilled right now.”
Published on December 20, 2014 16:13