Stuck
inside
during
a
winter
storm
with
no
power
and
nothing
to
do?
Bored
silly?
That
doorway
will
loom
in
front
of
you.
Did
your
Grandmother
pass
away?
That
doorway
of
escape
is
there.
Once
you
use
a
drug
however
many
times
it
takes
your
body
to
build
a
tolerance
and
your
mind
to
decide,
"Hey,
this
is
it,"
nothing
is
ever
the
same
again.
Ever.
When
It
Is
Not
Enough
Anymore
After
the
addiction
begins
taking
its
course
and
all
you
think
of
when
you
get
up
in
the
morning
(if
you
go
to
bed
at
all
because
you
are
not
on
crystal
meth)
is
getting
high
in
order
to
face
the
day,
it
becomes
difficult
to
find
a
natural
joy
in
things
without
that
particular
substance.
After
a
while,
you
cannot
find
joy
at
all,
even
when
you
are
high.
That's
when
most
people
"graduate"
to
the
method
of
"running"
or
"banging"
(intravenous
usage)
their
DOC
(drug
of
choice).
Thankfully,
I
never
"graduated"
to
this
level.
I
was
given
early
release
from
my
time
as
a
drug
addict,
compliments
of
the
State
of
Alabama.
However,
I
have
seen
one
person
get
away
from
"the
needle"
and
quit
successfully.
One
person.
I
have
known
more
addicts
than
I
can
remember
or
count,
as
I
had
been
on
drugs
for
years.
Moreover,
not
every
"shooter"
reveals
their
method
of
using,
so
there
is
really
no
way
to
calculate
the
exact
amount
of
people
I
have
known
who
did
this.
The
only
one
I
have
known
to
successfully
quit
for
more
than
one
year's
time
is
a
counselor
here
in
Birmingham.
Those
who
know
the
powerful
grip
of
addiction
still
wonder
when
he
will
return
to
shooting
K-4's
(Dilaudid).
Unfortunately,
many
usually
find
that
they
have
already
contracted
Hepatitis
or
HIV.
This
creates
a
bigger
reason
to
just
keep
on
using.
On
a
side
note,
Hepatitis
does
not
only
come
from
shared
intravenous
usage.
Opiates,
such
as
Lortab,
or
its
"cure,"
the
legal
government
drug
deal,
Methadone,
can
wear
on
the
body
to
such
a
degree
that
the
liver
is
left
freely
exposed
to
Hepatitis.
I
knew
a
couple
of
clients
at
a
local
Methadone
clinic
who
died
from
Hep
C,
and
they
never
touched
a
needle,
were
married
to
each
other
for
more
than
10
years,
and
did
not
engage
in
sexual
promiscuity.
The
Addiction
to
The
Method
of
Usage
As
well,
"banging,"
"shooting
up,"
or
"running"
a
drug
becomes
another
addiction
in
and
of
itself.
When
unable
to
score
(find
and
use)
methamphetamine,
many
shoot
up
water,
any
pill
they
can
find,
or
even
the
oil
from
peanut
butter
that
they
cooked
down
in
a
spoon
and
pulled
into
the
syringe,
to
satiate
the
actual
addiction
of
shooting
something.
Therefore,
the
method
or
ritual
of
using
becomes
a
habit
as
strong
as
the
addiction
itself.
Sometimes
the
habit
of
how
one
used
a
drug
is
just
as
addictive
After
having
been
clean
(having
abstained
from
the
drug)
about
a
year
from
crystal
meth,
I
remember
missing
the
ritual
of
pouring
meth
out
on
foil
and
smoking
it
by
inhaling
the
smoke
through
a
straw
or
Bic
Pen
casing.
I
missed
snorting
something,
anything.
I
did
not
miss
the
drug
itself,
or
even
the
high,
as
much
as
I
missed
the
ritual
and
how
I
used
it.
Having
been
clean
a
year,
I
did
not
crave
the
ritual
as
one
would
crave
a
drug,
but
I
missed
the
method
I
practiced
over
and
over
so
many
times
before.
Societal
Temptation
Drugs
are
glamorized
in
this
country
in
every
form
of
entertainment,
in
school,
and
even
in
doctor's
offices.
Need
to
lose
weight?
Tada!
Here's
you
some
Phentermine!
Now
you
can
get
addicted
to
speed!
Need
to
calm
down
and
relax
more?
Tada!
Here's
you
some
Xanax
or
Valium.
Now
you
can
get
addicted
to
Benzos
and
Downers!
Don't
cross
the
two!
Don't
cross
with
alcohol!
Have
minimal
pain
that
plain
ol'
Tylenol
would
probably
cure
if
you
really
thought
about
it?
Tada!
Here's
some
Lorcet!
Still
hurting?
Here's
some
Lorcet
Plus!
Still
hurting?
Here's
some
OC
10's!
Still
hurting?
Here's
some
OC
20's
.
.
.
and
by
then,
it's
easy
to
see
that
Mama
ain't
hurtin'
no
more.
If
she
is,
it's
because
she's
"without"
(does
not
have
any
pills).
Outside
of
"doc
shopping"
(playing
sick
to
obtain
pills),
there
are
other
avenues
in
which
drugs
are
introduced
to
society:
music
artists,
movies,
and
even
the
slang
we
use
to
converse
in
this
country:
"Why
you
trippin'?"
To
"trip"
refers
to
using
acid
or
LSD.
"Take
a
chill
pill!"
"Dude,
why
you
crackin'
on
me?"
"Chickenhead!"
Prepare
for
the
Worst
Hey,
sounds
like
a
hard
fight,
this
battle
against
drugs
entering
your
life,
huh?
It
is.
All
the
pamphlets
in
the
world
can
tell
you
how
to
try
to
keep
your
kids
off
drugs,
how
to
be
there
for
them
if
they
develop
an
addiction
to
something,
and
how
to
find
affordable
rehabilitative
recovery
for
them
when
they
do,
but
until
you
experience
it,
nothing
will
prepare
you.
Their
life,
your
life,
the
life
of
extended
family
members,
will
never
be
the
same.
They
will
never
view
the
world
the
same
as
they
did
before.
Don't
get
me
wrong,
after
having
enough
"clean-time"
(the
period
of
time
between
quitting
a
drug
and
starting
it
again
or
starting
another
kind),
there
is
a
natural
joy
for
life
again
Eventually
That
Thing
that
whispers
to
them
the
lie,
"I
will
never
again
be
happy
without
some
substance
in
me,"
grows
silent.
That
Thing
eventually
stops
screaming
in
their
ear
(yes,
it
screams),
after
enough
clean
time,
and
they
adapt
to
life
without
chemicals.
They
must
stay
in
recovery
classes
or
group-support
classes,
or
in
my
opinion,
they
will
relapse.
There
is
no
cure.
You
keep
this
disease
for
life.
That
doorway,
the
one
opened
when
you
first
tried
the
drug,
the
one
we
talked
about
earlier,
it
never
closes.
Ever.
You
must
keep
avoiding
the
doorway
by
use
of
barriers
and
boundaries
(i.e.
don't
go
back
to
the
dealer's
area
or
neighborhood;
don't
go
back
to
old
party
places;
find
out
what
triggers
a
craving
and
never
do
or
hear
or
smell
or
see
whatever
that
trigger
was,
ever
again).
This
is
hard
but
it
is
possible.
For
instance,
one
of
my
"triggers"
was
the
chirp
of
a
Direct
Connect
phone
made
by
Motorola.
Because
I
was
not
only
an
addict,
but
also
dealer,
whenever
someone
needed
to
purchase
something,
they
would
"key
up"
my
phone.
Once
clean,
the
chirping
sound
heard
from
one
of
these
phones
triggered
memories
associated
with
that
sound
and
then
scenes,
smells,
feelings
associated
with
using
and
dealing
flooded
my
mind.
For
a
moment,
in
my
mind,
I
would
be
pulled
back
to
a
life
of
being
high
whenever
I
wanted,
having
however
much
I
wanted,
and
even
whatever
drug
I
wanted.
That
Thing
talks
a
good
game,
gives
many
excuses
and
"you
deserve
this
after
all
your
hard
work"
reasons.
Consequences
Playing
a
Role
The
moment
always
passed,
of
course,
when
my
wiser
side
reminded
me
of
Julia
Tutwiler
Prison,
here
in
Alabama.
Consequences
must
play
a
role
in
recovery
from
drug
addiction,
I
am
a
firm
believer
in
that.
Some
consequences
are
more
harsh
than
others,
however,
depending
on
what
state
the
charge
originated.
Sometimes
too
harsh
of
a
sentence
results
in
the
unneeded
"education"
of
addicts
who
would
never
have
thought
on
their
own
"how
to
get
away
with
it
next
time"
in
the
manner
they
learn
when
going
to
prison.
Drug
law
reform
is
needed
in
many
areas,
but
a
balance
of
ordered
consequences
of
actions
should
be
met.
Likewise,
the
recovering
addict
must
stay
busy.
Many
mainstream
Christian
recovery
programs
(and
a
great
one
is
the
Celebrate
Recovery
group
found
within
local
mainstream
Christian
Churches)
have
a
somewhat
different
view
of
this,
but
I
believe
you
can
merge
your
Christian
beliefs
with
the
idea
of
staying
busy.
It
is
necessary
-
"idle
hands,"
and
all
that.
So,
I
have
constantly
asked
myself
through
the
years,
"why
does
anyone
try
that
first
drug,
having
a
multitude
of
information
out
there?"
They
do
for
the
same
reason
I
did,
I
suppose.
No
one
believes
they
could
ever
become
addicted
to
it.
They
see
homeless
pictures
of
cocaine
addicts
on
the
side
of
the
road
with
their
noses
half
rotted
off
and
that's
so
unlike
them
that
they
firmly
believe
they
could
never
be
there.
They
do
not
see
the
guy
who
first
tried
cocaine,
realize
he
is
from
the
same
social
class
as
they
are,
with
the
same
likes,
clothing
preference,
upbringing,
and
that
he
even
watched
the
Smurfs
on
Saturday
mornings,
the
same
as
them.
All
they
see
is
an
impossibility
that
further
fuels
their
belief
that
they
will
never
become
addicted.
Especially
not
like
that.
It
is
like
showing
them
tombstones
of
drivers
who
were
speeding
in
sports
cars
and
telling
them
that
they,
too,
could
die
behind
the
wheel.
They
see
someone
else
did,
but
they
do
not
believe
they
could
be
under
ground
and
lifeless.
I
came
from
a
good
childhood.
I
went
to
private
schools,
and
not
because
I
was
kicked
out
of
public
schools,
either.
In
the
eighties,
students
actually
went
to
private
schools
to
have
a
better
education,
and
I
smile
as
I
write
that,
hoping
I
do
not
offend
those
with
troubles
kids.
I
came
from
a
background
that
was
not
littered
with
bad
impressions
or
bad
relatives
or
black
sheep
of
the
family
going
to
jail.
It
was
stable,
good,
loving,
and
fair.
Though
there
are
childhoods
showing
"at
risk"
cases
who
go
on
to
use
drugs,
mine
was
not
anywhere
close
to
being
similar
to
any
of
the
statistical
probabilities.
It
can
happen
to
anyone.
That
Thing
Wants
to
Kill
You
Addictions
are
deadly.
There
are
so
many
ways
to
die,
as
well:
emotional
death,
mental
death,
a
love
for
life
dies,
hopes
die,
and
dreams
die.
Just
because
a
person
cannot
fathom
a
tombstone
in
their
future
does
not
mean
an
addiction
will
not
kill
them.
Further,
sometimes
an
addiction
will
kill
them
and
leave
them
alive
physically.
That
Thing
waits
in
the
background
to
whisper
reminders
of
the
pain
of
an
addiction
in
the
user's
ear
even
after
It
lulls
them
into
an
addiction.
Even
when
they
are
high.
It
happened
to
me.
It
will
happen
to
others.
It
could
happen
to
you.
Be
smart.
Take
the
proof
of
experience
from
an
addicted
life.
Hug
your
kids
again.
Hug
them
again.
Hold
onto
them
for
their
own
sakes
and
for
yours.
Know
and
believe
in
your
very
soul
that
there
is
never
enough
good
feeling
and
escape
that
will
ever
even
come
close
to
the
prices
and
losses
you
will
encounter
when
listening
to
the
screaming
whispers
of
drug
addiction.