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The Packer defense is for shit............
It's funny how opiates have this way of finding me. I was on my way to work today when I hear someone shout my name, it turns out to be one of my old "friends" that I isolated myself from when I got clean. He offers me a ride and I figure I might as well, we havent talked in a year or two so surely he's not going to bring up drugs. WRONG, as soon as we reach my work place his pulls out a HUGE stash of my old DOC and starts talking about giving me a deal on wholesale prices. He insists on giving me his number which I promptly placed in the dumpster. I suppose God smiled upon me today as I just happened to leave my debit card at home, if I had it with me there's every chance in the world I would have hit the atm and relapsed big time. By the end of the night I was seriously considering digging through the dumpster to find dudes number. This type of shit happens about once a month. What's a recovering addict to do in a small town that's overrun with dealers and users?
No kidding, CH... Beating the crap out of myself is all that comes to me naturally sometimes it feels like... I can definitely relate.
I don't really know how I feel.... my grandma ended up in the hospital again today, and I just got back not too long ago from seeing her. It's so depressing to see her in so much pain and having so many problems. I just want her to get better, but I know these are the final days. She is the reason I came back to Connecticut for a little because I wanted to make sure that I saw her just in case. I love her so much and I don't want to lose her. I won't be able to handle it right now. Too much is happening in such a small amount of time... I can't handle anything anymore.