Say No to Drugs and Live a Better Life
I have had a lot of experience with
addiction. As most of you know I was a drunk. I also was
involved with many drug addicts.
In the last 20 plus years I have lost a lot of friends to drugs and the drug world. In the last 12 years I have spent a lot of time in the streets. I have known addicts who had homes and jobs. I have known addicts who had homes and their spouses worked.
I have known addicts who would do odd jobs, beg on the streets, sell their bodies, sell drugs, sell stolen goods, steal goods and do almost anything else for drugs.
I knew a guy who was a heroin addict. His hand were swollen to much larger than the normally were because this was where he was shooting up. Years later I saw him jogging down the street. He looked healthy. He said he had been clean for three years. He had three heart attacks and lost his family and realized he was on the road to death. He quit heroin and all other drugs. He got his family back and had a good job. A month later he had another heart attack and died. He quit but it was too late but his final years were good years.
Lets go back many years. My dad's partner and his wife were alcoholics. One would quit but the other could not so the one who quit would go back to alcohol. They had a son a couple of years older than me. He had mental problems and was kicked out of school for hitting a teacher. He also had Rheumatoid arthritis. He fell in love with his nurse. His father was told he had six months to live (his liver was shot). He said he would live to see his son's wedding. When they were pronounced man and wife he died.
A year later the son died. Where his problems caused by his parents drinking. I do not know but I think the odds are that his mental and physical conditions were because of it. The mother lived a long lonely life. She was bed ridden most of the time and in pain. She was sober but again it was too late. She died in bed. Alone.
This one is many years ago too. It was in the 50s. My friends father was a drunk. I never saw him sober. He was a prominent stock broker and was wealthy. We were in a riding group but when he drove all of the kids were sick. I do not think he ever realized why. He was a Jew, her mother was a Presbyterian and after a few suicide attempts she became a Catholic. Eventually his liver went out on him and he died. Luckily she got help and last I heard she was doing well. She had a boyfriend and I heard that she got married. She was lucky she survived. She was my first love from 5 to 10 years old.
Back to more recent times. Loving an addict can be an addiction to. The brother of a woman I loved told me I was an addict. I asked him what he meant. He told me I was addicted to an addict. I was also enabling her by buying her drugs.
I was introduced to crack after divorce number two. I never used it but I was around it. I was in the drug world. I knew the dealers and the crack heads. I was in danger many times but I learned street smarts fast and I had a lot of help from friends. The Crazy Old White Man was my street name behind my back. I did not put up with BS and I was able to bluff my way though any problems I had.
The dealers liked me and they always offered to help me with the ladies' addictions. They were all good women but they had a Jones to beat all Jones. Crack was their main man. I was second.
Two of the ladies decided their lives were being ruined by crack and quit on their own. One quit when she got pregnant the other quit when I left her.
Over the last 10 years or more I lived with a lady for a few times, at least four maybe more. I still love her but I think it is too late for us. A few years ago she got pregnant. It was our baby. It died before it even was a boy or a girl. It was there one week and the next it was gone. No miscarriage. It died and disintegrated. All that was left was the placenta. Crack was the cause. She blamed me.
A few years ago she had two strokes. She is recovering well but still can not feel her right side. Her speech is almost back to normal. She is clean and sober. Even quit cigarettes.
Crack is a killer. Crack will drag you down.
What about marijuana? Based on "scientific studies" it is not addictive and does not lead to harder drugs. I say, excuse my French, BULL SHIT. I have seen what it can do when laced with crack. I have seen what it can do when it has chemicals in it. I have seen people come to the point when they no longer get a high from it and start lacing it with other drugs. I have seen people graduate to stronger and more dangerous drugs.
A young man got some bad weed. It fried his mind. He was saved twice from walking in front of moving trains. He murdered a young lady a few years ago. He was 18. He went from a 4.0 student to a dropout to a murderer in less than a year. He will spend the rest of his life in prison. Since he is crazy it will be in segregation
Some say marijuana is no worse than alcohol. Based on my experience it is worse. Alcohol can be controlled by the individual. There are some who are alcoholics and have a disease but many are not alcoholics. I was not a alcoholic but a drunk by choice. When I realized that and what it was doing to me I quit. It is better not to start. I have more fun at parties where people are drinking because I see how crazy some people get. The same goes when I go to a bar. I have not urge to drink. It is more fun when you are sober.
How do you know how much fun drugs and alcohol are when you can not remember what you did?
There is only one way to quit. That is for you to quit. You have to want to quit. You may need help but it is on you. You can ask God for help but remember God helps those who help themselves. You have to say I love myself too much to let drugs ruin it. You have to say NO.
The Castle of Hope for Lost Souls - Drug and alcohol site.
Addiction Links
Site Map
In the last 20 plus years I have lost a lot of friends to drugs and the drug world. In the last 12 years I have spent a lot of time in the streets. I have known addicts who had homes and jobs. I have known addicts who had homes and their spouses worked.
I have known addicts who would do odd jobs, beg on the streets, sell their bodies, sell drugs, sell stolen goods, steal goods and do almost anything else for drugs.
I knew a guy who was a heroin addict. His hand were swollen to much larger than the normally were because this was where he was shooting up. Years later I saw him jogging down the street. He looked healthy. He said he had been clean for three years. He had three heart attacks and lost his family and realized he was on the road to death. He quit heroin and all other drugs. He got his family back and had a good job. A month later he had another heart attack and died. He quit but it was too late but his final years were good years.
Lets go back many years. My dad's partner and his wife were alcoholics. One would quit but the other could not so the one who quit would go back to alcohol. They had a son a couple of years older than me. He had mental problems and was kicked out of school for hitting a teacher. He also had Rheumatoid arthritis. He fell in love with his nurse. His father was told he had six months to live (his liver was shot). He said he would live to see his son's wedding. When they were pronounced man and wife he died.
A year later the son died. Where his problems caused by his parents drinking. I do not know but I think the odds are that his mental and physical conditions were because of it. The mother lived a long lonely life. She was bed ridden most of the time and in pain. She was sober but again it was too late. She died in bed. Alone.
This one is many years ago too. It was in the 50s. My friends father was a drunk. I never saw him sober. He was a prominent stock broker and was wealthy. We were in a riding group but when he drove all of the kids were sick. I do not think he ever realized why. He was a Jew, her mother was a Presbyterian and after a few suicide attempts she became a Catholic. Eventually his liver went out on him and he died. Luckily she got help and last I heard she was doing well. She had a boyfriend and I heard that she got married. She was lucky she survived. She was my first love from 5 to 10 years old.
Back to more recent times. Loving an addict can be an addiction to. The brother of a woman I loved told me I was an addict. I asked him what he meant. He told me I was addicted to an addict. I was also enabling her by buying her drugs.
I was introduced to crack after divorce number two. I never used it but I was around it. I was in the drug world. I knew the dealers and the crack heads. I was in danger many times but I learned street smarts fast and I had a lot of help from friends. The Crazy Old White Man was my street name behind my back. I did not put up with BS and I was able to bluff my way though any problems I had.
The dealers liked me and they always offered to help me with the ladies' addictions. They were all good women but they had a Jones to beat all Jones. Crack was their main man. I was second.
Two of the ladies decided their lives were being ruined by crack and quit on their own. One quit when she got pregnant the other quit when I left her.
Over the last 10 years or more I lived with a lady for a few times, at least four maybe more. I still love her but I think it is too late for us. A few years ago she got pregnant. It was our baby. It died before it even was a boy or a girl. It was there one week and the next it was gone. No miscarriage. It died and disintegrated. All that was left was the placenta. Crack was the cause. She blamed me.
A few years ago she had two strokes. She is recovering well but still can not feel her right side. Her speech is almost back to normal. She is clean and sober. Even quit cigarettes.
Crack is a killer. Crack will drag you down.
What about marijuana? Based on "scientific studies" it is not addictive and does not lead to harder drugs. I say, excuse my French, BULL SHIT. I have seen what it can do when laced with crack. I have seen what it can do when it has chemicals in it. I have seen people come to the point when they no longer get a high from it and start lacing it with other drugs. I have seen people graduate to stronger and more dangerous drugs.
A young man got some bad weed. It fried his mind. He was saved twice from walking in front of moving trains. He murdered a young lady a few years ago. He was 18. He went from a 4.0 student to a dropout to a murderer in less than a year. He will spend the rest of his life in prison. Since he is crazy it will be in segregation
Some say marijuana is no worse than alcohol. Based on my experience it is worse. Alcohol can be controlled by the individual. There are some who are alcoholics and have a disease but many are not alcoholics. I was not a alcoholic but a drunk by choice. When I realized that and what it was doing to me I quit. It is better not to start. I have more fun at parties where people are drinking because I see how crazy some people get. The same goes when I go to a bar. I have not urge to drink. It is more fun when you are sober.
How do you know how much fun drugs and alcohol are when you can not remember what you did?
There is only one way to quit. That is for you to quit. You have to want to quit. You may need help but it is on you. You can ask God for help but remember God helps those who help themselves. You have to say I love myself too much to let drugs ruin it. You have to say NO.
The Castle of Hope for Lost Souls - Drug and alcohol site.
Addiction Links
Site Map