Paraplegic artist that has been through more than 20 men go through in a lifetime. I want to share my life stories with you to let you "live my life" through my stories
Why Boxers are the Greatest Dogs
About seven years ago I was in a relationship with a female and we both decided we wanted to get a dog. My niece had put her purebred boxer male with another pure female with plans to sell them. I let her know as soon as I found out what she had planned, that I wanted one. When the puppies came I had my hopes up and was ready to pick one out.
Life of an Addict with Paraplegia (Pt. 9)
First I'd like to say happy holidays to all of my readers and a special thank you to those of you that donate to help fund future chapters.
Life of an Addict with Paraplegia (Pt. 8)
I want to write a chapter to try to explain why I'm writing these entries. I don't want to glorify drugs in any way. There were times that I had a lot of fun, while I was using. But, once I was diagnosed as an addict, whether I knew it at the time or not, on the inside I was miserable. I was unable to do what I wanted to do. I had to do whatever the drugs allowed me to do. Let me explain what I mean.
Life of an Addict (Pt. 7)
Like I said, my parents knew I was into something. I think my dad was a little wiser to what I was actually doing than my mom was. Or maybe my mom just didn't want to admit that her baby boy was a heroin addict. So, my dad asked me what I wanted to do. I had heard about a methadone clinic that was in another state, about an hour and 10 minutes away from where I lived. I made a few calls and found out you had to pay $200 up front, and $11 per day to receive your daily dose of methadone.
Life of an Addict (Pt. 6)
I guess I looked at this as graduating. I went from prescription pain pills to what was looked at as the worst drug there was. You never think your gonna end up the way you do, when you're using. I mean, an addict knows what their doing is not right. It's not the smartest thing to be doing either. But, the euphoric feeling you get every time you use, always seems to put those rational thoughts, on the back burner.Young you know, deep down, that what your doing is wrong. I remember telling myself, "this feels to damn good to be bad." Of course when you're sick, or chasing that fix, your mind races, your anxiety goes through the roof and you ask yourself, "why the hell can't I just stop?" But you know, that once you score, no matter what you had to go through to make it happen, it was worth it to you. All those worries and bad mental and physical feelings are going to go right out the window. The thought of how that fix is going to make you feel, keeps you doing whatever it is you do, to experience that feeling every single day. More than once a day if at all possible. Yeah! I had truly became an addict. I’m sure, by the definition of an addict, I had been one for longer than I had admitted. That was one thing with me, I was never one to deny that I had a problem. At least not after I had gotten to the point where my parents knew what I was doing. They always told me that if I ever needed their help, all I had to do was ask. Of course, I didn't believe them at first. What parent doesn’t want to know exactly what’s going on in their kids lives?
Life of an Addict (Pt. 5)
"Getting myself into some real bad shit," was definitely an understatement. The trials and tribulations that were to come with the life that I had chosen to live, and the choices that I would choose to make, would be unimaginable to anything I had ever been through up to that point in my life.
Life of an Addict (Pt. 4)
I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Let me go back to where and when, I decided to take the road to ruin. I was a good child brought up by two wonderful parents. I have a sister who is seven years my senior that I loved to terrorize when I was young. But, we were very close throughout our lives. I made good grades in school and was even put into an honors class in the fifth grade because I tested extremely high in the IQ test I was given at that time. I'm sure I was the last of my peers, anyone would have thought would end up going through the things I have.
Life of an Addict (Pt. 3)
After spending a little over a month in the hospital, and another month and some days in a rehab center, I finally got to go home. It wasn't the "welcome home" I'd hoped for, considering I had gotten involved with a girl that ended up being crazier than I thought I was. Being as which, it was a short-lived relationship, thank the Lord. I'll leave it without much description. Trust me, you're not missing much.