Lights Out

I'll share one of many close calls. I used to do drugs, a lot of drugs. It wasn't the best time in my life. One day I did some heroin, actually it was more than one day if you know what I mean. On this particular day I guess I did a little to much. I remember puking as I crawled across the floor through my own stinky, slippery vomit. Unable to go on, unable to lift my head off the floor I realized that I was over dosing and there was nothing I could do about it. It was getting cold and the lights were going out. I was not scared, I was finally at peace, it was over. When I woke up the next afternoon, very depressed, I had to lie to my boss about why I missed work, I think I went out that night and got another bag. Change doesn't come easy. Looking back I am glad that I lived, I was not to thrilled about it at the time.
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41-45, M
Jul 12, 2007