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[QUOTE="DestroyYouAlot:964121"][QUOTE="reimroc:964119"]thanks aril. i'll repost my story for all of you to read and hopefully learn from if you have an addictive personality and are thinking about experimenting with cocaine or opiates. really its for all of you to know where i'm coming from. And here we go..... Around the age of 16 I started experimenting with Oxycontin, Percocets, Vicodin and the like. The first time I blew an oxy it was the greatest thing I ever felt in my entire life. Better than sex, better than love, better than the meaning and logic of emotion itself. Before I knew it I had a habit taking about 2 80 OCs a day and that grew to 4 a day. Finally taking those things got way to expensive(this was around 03 when the government starting cracking down and prices went from 30-50 an OC80 to 70-100 for an OC80) so I asked around and got my first bag of dope(dope being heroin so if you see me write that thats what I mean, not weed or anything else). Being that heroin got me that same great opiate high at a low price I was in love. I couldn't get anough of it. But before I knew it snorting the stuff wasn't getting the job done anymore, wasn't getting me high like it used to. So one day after consulting a couple people I knew who had booted(shot, injected) heroin before I tried it. Needless to say it was the greatest thing I ever felt since the first time I blew an oxy. Before I knew it I had a 2 gram a day habit and I was burning every bridge I had. This way by my 18th birthday. Shortly after I got arrested and put on probation for breaking into my neighbors house. This led me to drug court, a halfway house and the means of recovery that got me clean and sober for 2 years. It was a happy, amazing 2 years ad I gained the trust back of my family and friends. I got my degree and certifications for database administration. I was on the right track. This leads us to a couple months ago when I broke down after being stressed and NOT using the tools I had to keep me from using, I used. Since then, a couple months ago, I've had an off and on habit and basically being a "functioning addict". I didn't burn any bridges, I didn't lose my job and I pretty much kept my using again a secret from everyone until a month later my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. .[/QUOTE] fix'd[/QUOTE]
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