I THOUGHT ABOUT CHANGING MY HANDLE.. DEATH_COMES_1ST... DOESNT SEEM TO BE ME ANYMORE.. WHERE DID I GET IT FROM? ITS PERSONAL BUT I WILL TELL YOU SINCE YOU TOOK THE TIME TO READ MY PAGE.. I WAS 24.. I HAD JUST DONE ENOUGH COCAINE TO KILL A SMALL HORSE I BELIEVE AND THERE I WAS.. OVER DOSING ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR OF MY APARTMENT.. I CALLED ALL MY FRIENDS BUT NO ONE WANTED TO HELP.. I CALLED THE GUY IN MY LIFE WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO LOVE ME BUT HE WASN'T GOING TO SHOW UP EITHER... SO THERE I LAY... IN AND OUT OF CONSIOUSNES... WHEN I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MYSELF IN THE STOVE.. STRUNG OUT.. HORRIBLE HAIR..LOOKING BADLY AGED AND SICKLY SKINNY... I KNEW I COULDNT GO OUT LIKE THIS... I CALLED MY MOTHER.... SHE CAME AND GOT ME... I WAS IN RE HAB A FEW DAYS LATER DE TOXING .. WHICH WAS A BITCH.. BUT I WAS ALIVE..
IT TOOK ME ALMOST DIEING TO REALIZE THAT THE PEOPLE THAT CARED FOR ME THE MOST WAS MY FAMILY AND SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO WERE ALWAYS WAITING IN THE WINGS FOR ME TO GET CLEAN AND COME BACK TO THEM...
DEATH.. CAME 1ST... NOW I AM LIVING LIFE... 6 YEARS CLEAN...
THATS MY STORY..
IT TOOK ME ALMOST DIEING TO REALIZE THAT THE PEOPLE THAT CARED FOR ME THE MOST WAS MY FAMILY AND SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO WERE ALWAYS WAITING IN THE WINGS FOR ME TO GET CLEAN AND COME BACK TO THEM...
DEATH.. CAME 1ST... NOW I AM LIVING LIFE... 6 YEARS CLEAN...
THATS MY STORY..