A lot of you might be wondering who I am, or what I am doing here. And a lot you might also be wondering just where I got my devastating good looks, and amazing sense of style, but that is for a different blog post altogether. This will probably be a lot of information to absorb so I am going to split it into two posts so as not to overwhelm with information. I am 32 years old, and I have been a drug addict, in one form or another, since I was 14. So, in a lot of ways, I have been 14 years old for 18 years now, haha. It started off innocently enough, smoking weed and drinking here and there. And soon I was the guy nobody invited to parties anymore because I beat someone up for no reason (well, no reason to anyone else), or because I threw up all over someone’s grandmother’s rug. You get the idea. When I was 18 I discovered Oxycontin. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is an extended release pain killer containing the drug “Oxycodone.” It is for around the clock treatment for severe pain. To me it felt like my eyes had just opened for the first time. I couldn’t believe the world had been keeping this from me for so long, I decided then and there that I wanted to feel that way all the time. Life doesn’t exactly work out the way we want it to, however. The hardest part about staying fucked up on Oxy is running out of Oxy. And I didn’t know of any shady, back room doctors like they always seem to have in abundance on television. Being an opiate addict is a full time job. Even when you have enough to get you through the rest of the day, then it’s time to focus on what you’re going to do the NEXT day, because withdrawal just is not a viable option. At least not one that any self respecting junkie willingly accepts that is. I am starting to get to the part that I don’t like to talk about so I am going to end this one here and I will probably write another post tomorrow.