Street Life

I've decided I'm going to write about my life in the street and addiction for awhile. So stay tuned in.

Ending up in the street didn't just happen over night. It was a long , slow and very drawn out process. Started with baby steps to addiction. I have always been a bit of a barfly and where there's bars and clubs there's usually coccaine. Just about everyone I know owns or works in a bar. Needless to say the coke was free flowing. I was a casual social user for a few years. Never paid a dime for it. Then i fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. We were so in love, so in love, so in love. Both of us were married though but that ended abruptly and I had no idea what crack was. One day a neighbor came by to visit and my wife asked if I wanted some coke and being use to my social activities at the club I said yes. Well, I obviously did not realize the price of coke, I never spent a dime on it and apparently when you're snorting a pencil sized rail of coke you must have quite the tolerance. My wife and our neighbor could not believe their eyes. I was wondering why they were so shocked as they put down their crack pipes. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and I wasn't high at all so this is where my first hit began , I believe it was the winter of 1997/98. I remember my first hit better than just about anything in the world. I remember my wife looked at me as she instructed me how to smoke on this thing called an ash-jammy and she said right before she lit it for me she said 'remember, this is your decision'. I can still see her saying that to me as I took my first drag while staring into her eyes. If only I had known then what would happen to us a few years later.