Daddy, Why Were You a Drug Addict?

Twelve was the correct age to begin using and selling drugs, by Baltimore standards anyway. Rapidly the departure from responsible humanhood progressed...the sprawl of substance abuse ran full gamut. Earning first the illustrious title high school dropout, graduating to lowlife loser addict status, then overdosed junkie. The topper of zenith choices laid in my hands, I had to choose, stand to tower over my self-injurious abuse, or, meh...die in my shoes wherever I fall. Examining the comfort-escape control of heroin, meth, cocaine and booze, a vibrant understanding arises, once willing to face the truth of truths. Beyond the dissection of a 13-year addiction, the WHY and WHAT, perhaps more perplexing is the HOW of getting clean and a resulting recovery spanning 34 years, five months, 15 days, and counting. Six friend addict forewords fill the first chapter. In our individual yet shared ways, we transcribe an interestingly similar journey. Perchance here is a provision of insight for us currently trapped within our own little hell, and those confused loved ones on the periphery, desperate to help but unsure of where to begin.