Not in Chicago anymore (Denver now), but damn...just over two years clean. No rehab, nothin like that, I just thought it was time to go after the 4th funeral in less than 2 months. I was doin k town and holy city things, min. Jab a day habit...fuck, bad...just bad. A 36 day coma didn't stop me years ago, Christ, when my grandpa passed, I went and did a survey at the needle exchange for 50$ first, and got high before i went home to see him....damn, missed his last few hours cuz of diesel. I mostly went to raves in the early 90s, so the typical drugs came with that, and one night after a party @ rt.66 rollerrink, we stopped at the gardens on 35th...snorted a bag and puked for almost two days....next thing you know I'm boosting razor blades and Zantac and juking my link card. I started bangin with the royals in Albany park...talk about nerve wracking, hiding a habit from a p.o or a girl is one thing, but from your fellow mob, that's some legit scary shit. Regardless...2 years clean, doin Denver things now, strictly top shelf indicas now, 31 an my own condo, when I was livin in a 'bando next to my dope spot collecting unemployment. Life's hella good now tho. I'm not here to spit some recovery shit, cuz gateway lake villa an serenity house didn't work for me...now I just blaze and mix house music. Keep your heads up peeps!


