Looking at the waving teddy bear with some questions under it would be a good place to start. I am from St. Andrews in Scotland originally but I have lived and worked all over the world as an electricianand sampled many a fine and not so fine drug. I never really started to seriously dabble until I moved to the US. I spent 10 years in Las Vegas, NV and this is where my sampling ramped up. I ended up with both drug and drink DUI's, a hostile divorce, feindish cocaine addiction, $25,000 on it one year and after a couple of long stints on methand a couple of rehab stays I settled into an opiate habit. From Tylenol 3's to Hydrocodone to Oxycodone, still holding on to health insurance, barely, enough to cover a 400mg per day prescribed of Oxy blue 30's and Oxycontin 80's. Smoking on foil, crushing and snorting and crunching them up and swallowing them. On the couple of years I was on these I probably only swallowed about 10 of them the way you are supposed to take them.This situation lead to a wrecked, brand new Dodge 1500 Hemi truck, a divorce and then my dog ran away too. Among all of this chaos I lost the required amount of hours for health insurance. I was mixing with the type of people who were real bad people, like I had become too in all honesty. I lost everything and my state of mind was in near 24/7 depression with almost daily suicidal thoughts. I will leave this post at this high point because there is a lot worse to come and talking about it would sadden me a bit. The estranged boy for a start. Taking some drugs can be a whole load of fun and I have a lot of great and funny memories and met some interesting people too along the way. But, and here it is, the highs are great until they are almost impossible to experience again, the slow, insidious, ever tightening grip of misery takes a hold. It leads you to look into your hollowed out dark soul, feeling like death warmed up 99% of the time. I know there are millions like me. Deprived of easy access to Methadone or Subutex, very few friends, being held together by nasty anti depressants. They may take away the worst of the misery but get you no where near feeling positive and hopeful. I often wonder where I would be if I was never introduced to my first eight ball or Oxy 80. Maybe I should have practiced with weed, early on in life and it might have helped put things in perspective. Oh well, is it my turn to get the T-bags and biscuits next week
