Getting Lucky in Kentucky

After my last post, i was able to get not one, but TWO jobs in orange county. one at a medical clinic and the other as a crepe chef. i finally thought i might be on the right track again but that tricky addiction snuck up on me again. After my first paycheck, I found myself on an Amtrak down to Mexico. I knew you needed an ID to get back across the border, but I really planned on dying while i was down there cause i couldn't stand the shame of coming back. Soon after crossing the border into Tijuana, I found a place to buy syringes and a dealer to buy some black tar heroin from. I bought myself a cheap hotel room that cost $5 for 5 hours and proceeded to shoot up as much as i wanted. After not having used for a VERY long time, I got that warm, caressing feeling washing over my body and all my fears disappeared... for that moment. It didn't matter that I was in a room with a dirty mattress on a filthy floor in a third world country. everything is ok when I have my fix in me. But soon the reality set in and i decided to go back to Orange County and make up some lie to the staff as to why I didn't come home on time and didn't answer my phone. I got back across the border without ID... I even brought a few syringes and some black tar heroin across the border without even getting stopped. Absolute insanity...

No one bought my story at the house. So they assigned a staff member to be at my side at all times until they decided what to do with me. They patted me down but they didnt realize that I always keep my rigs and my dope in my underpants under my balls! I also kept my spoon and lighter in there. So everytime I went to the bathroom or showered, i would quickly tie up and cook some up and get a shot in before they could say 'HOT DAMN!' It lasted a few days but finally I overdosed and they took me to the hospital where I was in treatment for 12 days. Bitches charged me $43,000. Thank god for good insurance! I couldn't last those 12 days though and the last 3 of my stay there I copped some heroin from a local dealer and got high in the rehab for 3 days. So they decided to send me to Kentucky from that rehab. I was at this amazing treatment place called the Bridge to Recovery for 90 days and it has saved my life. I have been clean for 113 days now. In 7 years of drugging, this is the longest I have ever been clean. I was a hope to die junkie, and today I am loving life. Well, for the most part... It is a CRAZY world out here in the South. With all the guns, camo, hunting, trailers and redneck republicans... but im getting used to it. It has made me appreciate California that much more.