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I started my drug use young, at the age of 12. My mom had just been murdered and all I did was cry. My dad couldn’t stand it, and was a dope fiend, and decided he would get me quiet by shooting me up to shut me up. I stayed getting high from there by his hand, and then continued down the path by my own. I overdosed, I dragged my ex wife down a horrible toxic path of destruction, pain, addiction, blood, and tears. But decided enough was enough and got clean and used my last bag of dope June 12th 2011 and kicked it. Shortly after I had my daughter, and she’s been my reason for my clean time since. Bumps in the road? MANY. But from experience, I see it’s not the life for me anymore. It’s not the high I crave. I crave life now, memories, laughter. That’s my new addiction.

“You can come out of the furnace of trouble two ways: if you let it consume you, you come out a cinder; but there is a kind of metal which refuses to be consumed, and comes out a star.” – Jean Church