nicksndimes
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Ok, here goes. Im from a small town in the thumb of michigan that seems to be very sheltered from the rest of the world. I was a shy kid and didnt fit in well until i started to buy and smoke weed with a lot of my classmates. As much as the introspection of that buzz led me to find answers to the question of who I was, it also made me drag my feet on a lot of big decisions and made me fuck up a lot of shit cause I was a pussy.
After high school, I stuck around for a while working at bullshit jobs and playing in dead end bands, spending pretty much all of my money on weed and booze, but still experimenting with the few things we could get around my parts, like soft coke and benzos.
I eventually realized that my hometown wasnt for me after a few jail stays mostly because the local police knew they could bust me anytime they wanted, they just had to come to my house on any given day on witness the debauchery taking place which was a whiskey fueled mess consisting of many naked, drunken fools, spilling out of my place into the main road
So I moved out to a suburb of Detroit and dabbled with more drugs. First hallucinagen was Robitussin, I did that three days in a row and had what a believed at the time to be a mini stoke which left one side of my body paralyzed for a few days. I said I would quit, but I lied. Shrooms were next, then I got into e pills big time for a while, which I sold until I started eating so many I wasnt making money any more, then acid was really crazy, one cube would make you trip for 12 hours or so, I mean big time, with shit looking like its on fire and people being able to control your mind. One time I ate two cubes, and tripped for days thinking everybody I came into contact with was working for the cops, except for one lady that took me to her moms and pretty much rescued me from insanity. Once again, said I would quit drugs, but lets face it, yeah right
So then I started smoking a lot of crack, I started selling plasma at this point so the drug bill didnt hurt so bad, but I hated the crack comedown, I tried to counteract it with marijuana, benzos, seroquel, but nothing really worked, until I found Heroin
Heroin was something I used rarely for a while and in small quantities, mostly just so I could sleep after a crack binge, but after I got a really good connection, I started selling it, and whenever I didnt have pot, I would toot a line to kind of mellow out. I was doing good until the accident.
I was the passenger of a small saturn and got t boned by some bitch drunk out of her mind that ran a red light, and I was ejected from the vehicle. I landed on my head, 4 lanes of traffic over. I remember getting up, falling down, and waking up at the hospital. I had my spleen removed cause it was ruptured and was in a crazy amount of pain for a long while after that. I ended up winning a law suit against the insurance company and ended up getting a good chunk of money, just enough to turn me into a full blown junkie.
I started doing dope everyday , lost my apartment because I could just get a room or stay at a friends, and I didnt even realize I was homeless until 2 years later when the money ran out, I didnt have anything else to pawn, and I was bouncing drug house to drug house. Also, I lost some of my best friends to dope and my own dope use. I tried to detox 13 times in this period but just couldnt kick the habit.
I moved back up to my hometown and have continued to struggle with my addiction, I have so much more to tell but this alone is testament enough that you dont see that freight train coming until youre under it, and once you know you are, you need to do whatever you can to get your life back because its all you have, anything else can go at anytime, shit, even your life can. If you want to hear more, let me know, we may share some experiences
Looking forward to seeing more from you 
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