Drug Addiction Stories & Info

Word got around pretty quickly and for a while, I was making pretty good money. Then someone taught me how to shoot the Oxycontin. Wow! I thought chewing them was the ultimate high but shooting them was even better. It took more of a supply of the drug that way but as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. Soon, all of the extra money I was making was going for drugs. I started taking even more because some of my loser customers would slap me around a little bit but the Oxycontin made everything feel better.

I needed even more customers but for some reason, I didn’t attract them like I once did. The ones I did get were, let’s just say, below average people. It became a struggle again to pay for my room and get my Oxycontin. The landlady suspected something was going on too since more of my customers were getting violent. She came up more than once and warned me I would be thrown out. Sure enough, a few nights later a customer got rough and it got loud so she came upstairs and told me I had to leave the next day. As I shot up the Oxycontin that night, I wondered what I was going to do.

The next day I threw what I could into bags and headed down to one of those women’s shelters. They started talking about religion and taking classes and getting up every morning at 6AM. “Look, all I need is a place to sleep” I told them. They informed me it wasn’t a flophouse. The only good thing was that when I had to be gone during the day I could do my drugs and make a little money. I had to be really careful about having the drug around the shelter. Too many eyes there. I got caught though and was thrown out. I was in a real mess then. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I found myself alone with no where to sleep, or eat, and I was out in the cold. I thought to myself “Oh my God! I’m homeless!” It was like someone had hit me upside the head. I’d lost all of my friends, I’d lost the life I once had, all I had was my drugs. They got me through for a while, but then even I realized I needed help. I was sleeping on the ground and sleeping with strange men that I didn’t even know so I could shoot up and forget for a while. That’s what made me go to drug addiction rehab.