I made what I consider to be a huge and somewhat difficult step in my ongoing recovery process last week: I decided to get rid of my 30+ year collection of "druggie rock star" biographies (for lack of a better term)!
I had them all: Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Scott Weiland, Layne Staley, Anthony Kiedis, Motley Crue (including "The Heroin Diaries" by Nikki Sixx), Steven Tyler/Aerosmith, Sid Vicious/Sex Pistols... the list goes on!
I thought about donating them to the library but decided to dispose of them in the trash/recycling pickup instead, for the simple reason that I didn't want anybody to be influenced by them the way that I was.
A lot of them were autobiographies written with the intention of warning readers about the dangers of drug addiction. Unfortunately, my warped mind would finish reading 200 pages about how somebody wrecked their lives and think, "Hmm, that sounds like fun."!
I've already found myself reaching for one a few times, then chuckling to myself as I gazed at an empty bookshelf! Now the only books I own are on topics like exercise and nutrition, philosophy, art, etc.
Peace, Love and Faith,
Dreamflyer