Why I’m Grateful For The Worst Memories Of My Substance Abuse

By | June 30th, 2014|Tags: , |

I've been inside a crack house. Only once. And I'm so glad that I realized before it was too late that I did not want to go down that path. I was on X. We were coming down from the high. Typically, this is when I would either: Find more X, Find cocaine, or Begrudgingly