The Struggles of Joe, a Drug Addict

Hey, my name is Joe, and I'm addicted to cocaine, alcohol, mushrooms and marijuana. Now you may be thinking how can one be addicted to these drugs. Some have even been said to not contain and addictive properties. Well truthfully, it's quite easy. It doesn't have anything to do with the addictive properties, mind you they do help here and there. I love the feelings I get when I've taken some mushrooms, seeing Mr. Potatoes Head, appear on the wall and start singing and dancing in front of me, well that was an unforgettable experience. Where can you get this with out the hallucinations? It's something I ask myself everyday.

I didn't start to do any drugs till I was 18. Things got bad at home and it was my way of lashing out at my family. I agree it wasn't the best decision, but as soon as I had one of the drugs in my system, it was like none of my problems existed. I was free to do what I pleased and when I wanted. No one could tell me what to do and when to do it.

Being addicted to these drugs, was hard on me. I lost around 100 pounds within a 7month period, as I chose to do drugs instead of eat. And you guessed it when I was hungry, well I had a cigarette or just had some cocaine to take the hunger away. Drinking was a problem too. I don't know how I paid for all this but every single night, I would get extremely drunk, go to some girls house, and well I really don't need to explain the rest. Once I realized that using and selling cocaine and going to the bar every night would get me laid, well it was a no brainer for me. I mean to me what can be better then doing a drug that makes me forget all my problems, allows me to have a good time, and gets me the women I want to sleep with for the night? Well there's another reason why I stayed with drugs.

I never realized that what I was doing to myself was slowly killing me, yet some days, I always hoped I would get the good cocaine, the type that wasn't cut with anything whit, so I could just snort a tremendous amount an O.D. There were so many times, where I just wished I would overdose, get alcohol poisoning, or have a bad trip on mushrooms that made me go crazy and kill myself. These days never came when I was fully able to do these. I'm a little content now a days that it never worked. I wished so hard for those days to come though.

Now my day pretty much consisted of me being woken up from a housekeeper vacuuming, as I slept under the stairs at a hotel. Worked at the time for me, and well being able to sleep the women who bought cocaine from me, well it usually guaranteed a spot to sleep for the night. Once I woke up, I would try to find somewhere or someone to get money from, whether it be selling some drugs, or overcharging someone to purchase something they weren't able to. Now by around 1pm, I was looking for my friends, who usually always had pot on them. Once I found them we would usually go find a place to get high and well that killed about 5 hours of my day. Now it's 6pm, and I need to find some customers to sell some coke to. Not only does it provide me with some cash flow for the bar, but it also allows me to skim some from them. Now I did not care who I sold to, whether it was someone who was in their 50's or a 15 year old, money was money to me, and well the younger they were, the more naive and more I can take. Now by 10pm, Ive made some money and head to the bar. First thing I do is find some people I know then order a gallon of beer. By 1130pm I'm totally drunk and can't remember what happens from this point on. All I know is that my wallet is empty again, and I'm in some weird house or under the stairs again.

This was how I used to lived for the better part of a year. It wasn't long, but it took me 1 year to get there, and well 4 years of pretending I lived in a perfect household with a perfect family......