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Originally Posted by SleazyDream
17. How close did you come to becoming a junkie in Arizona? What changed that?
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Not sure I'll ever know the answer to that. Not sure I want to.
I hit what you could call a rough patch for a while. I fell in with a group that I soon discovered were junkies. Meth was their choice - no sleep for days at a time, scabs on their skin, using dull needles to get a fix, one dude I knew slept in this other dude's closet. It was all pretty fucked.
I saw some stuff I never want to be a part of again. The dude who slept in the closet, his girlfriend left him, took all his possessions, and disappeared. She was pregnant with his kid.
I saw two supposed best friends get in a fight and resort to swiping razor blades at each other. One of them got cut pretty bad.
Their dealer would have his glock sitting on the table pointed at you while he sat and counted his money.
Anyway, I was going through the country music song - lost my girl, lost my job, got a DUI, became depressed. Self medication seemed like the right answer as this was all going down, but then at some point you a hit a point lower than you've ever been and put on the brakes. It was kind of like a bolt of lightning hit. I asked myself what the hell I was doing, stopped feeling sorry for myself, gave up the medicine and decided I better get my shit together before I didn't have any shit to get together anymore.
With nothing to lose, I packed up and moved to L.A. It hasn't been all smooth, but I've been able to get back where I belong and headed in the right direction. I'm also much less of a moron these days
Live and learn. It was one hell of a lesson, but it's stuff like this that makes you stronger. I'm glad I have it. It's motivation to kick ass everyday.