Johnny was younger than me and we were always very close. My mother says I always thought he was "mine." I guess I did.
No one sets out with the goal of becoming an addict. It starts off simply enough. A few Beers, a few Jack Daniels or Tequila or some other alcohol to help you relax, be friendlier, more open and less shy.
Hey, that worked pretty good and was even fun, it must be a lot better if I smoke a joint or pop a painpill or hit of speed with it. And hey man, what about Ecstasy or Oxy, I hear those are great! Wow! That was great! If this is that good then crack/cocaine must be even better and man what a rush I get when huffing!
Cool, wonder what it would be like to just mix a few of these together, it's got to be one heck of a buzz!
Wham! Before you know it your either hooked, permanently brain damaged or dead from a stupid accident that would not have happened if you had of been straight or a lethal combination and/or overdose.
People will encourage you, tell you it wont hurt you. A dealer will even give you freebies just to prove they like you. Believe me their goal is not to make friends with you but to get you hooked to the point you literally beg, borrow and steal to satisfy your cravings..your aching.
There is a lot of money in drug dealing...You are their "job" their livlihood.
Dealers rarely if ever attend your funeral or visit you in a nursing home where you end up with permanent brain damage. So what if they lose one?
To them you are just another one "that bit the dust." and besides there is always another "you" waiting in line. When someone tells you that drugs and/or alcohol will not hurt you they are liars! They are your enemy! The truth is not only Can they hurt you they CAN and DO kill you!
So you say "It's my body, I am not hurting anyone but me."
For just a minute imagine your mother getting a call to the hospital and being told her baby is dead and her screaming and hitting anything and anyone within her reach until a doctor plunges a needle into her arm.
Imagine someone you love in your family meeting with the coroner for all the gory details and making funeral arrangements. Imagine your family sitting around a table trying to decide what type of funeral you would want.
Picture your parents, grand parents brothers and sisters being sedated and half carried into the funeral home for your service. Picture a 6' 6" 250 pound man collapsing to the floor when they see your body for the first time. Picture your sister or anyone that loves you being so distraught with grief desperately trying to remove your body from the casket so they can take you home.
Imagine 6 of your closest frineds with tears streaming out from under the sunglasses they wear to cover swollen eyes carrying you to your grave. Picture someone you love at your gravesite literally on their knees crying out to the Heavens.
You are lucky if you can only imagine these things.I along with TOO many others do not have that luxury. We have the actual memories!
You see that mother is MY mother, that 6' 6" man is My son, and the person trying to remove their loved one from the casket to take them home...well thats me.
Not hurting anyone?
