Drug Addiction Stories & Info

Along with the pot, the acid, the cocaine and the alcohol, Roy decided he’d try his luck with downers to help him sleep. “Ludes” were his downer of choice, if I recall. The supply of drugs was never ending so it wasn’t like Roy ever had to come down from a high. If he did, everyone knew about it. Sometimes he would be sent on an errand that would take several hours. When he came back, you could see by the look on his face that he was not to be messed with. He would immediately go into Ma’s room and get his fill of drugs.

Along with the pot, the acid, the cocaine and the alcohol, Roy decided he’d try his luck with downers to help him sleep.

It was just one huge party. One long, never ending party. It was taking its toll on Roy, however. He was getting so thin and he just didn’t look healthy. He didn’t look like Roy. He began to experience pain in his abdomen and I later found out he was losing blood. It’s funny how no one really said anything to him about it. People cared, but never really said anything.

It was about that time I left Ma’s house. I would come back on occasion. Sometimes to party, other times just to visit. It was then that I noticed just how awful Roy looked. I barely recognized him. I would sit with him and tell him he really needed to get help. Not only was his mind deteriorating but his body was suffering as well. Even though I was probably the one person Roy would listen to, he still resisted. After all, he was still living there and still living a 24/7 party.

The Roy began passing out. No one knew if it was from the drugs or from loss of blood but it became more and more frequent. Well fate stepped in one day when Roy passed out and wouldn’t come to. An ambulance was called and now Roy didn’t really have a choice but to listen. He was in bad shape. When I went to see him, they were talking contacting his family to come up there. It was turning out not to be such a great party after all for Roy. I stayed with him until his family came and then I only went up once a day to check on him.

I was never sure what to say.

“Hi, I used to party all of the time with your son, who now lies dying.”

No, that wouldn’t do…

You know, I always assumed that drug addiction meant an addiction to one drug. I learned the hard way that it isn’t always true. Roy was a sweet, albeit “hillbilly” looking man that I dated for a couple of year’s way back when. Roy was sweet, but believe me, I saw the rough side of him too. He was a bodyguard and was always armed. If he believed for a second that anyone would hurt the woman he was protecting, he could be very mean. There was always a crowd of people at the house. There was always a party going on and I admit, I was part of it. The woman Roy protected was a drug dealer. We called her “Ma” and a small group of us always got to party for free. When “the family” was alone in the house, everyone pretty much got whatever drug they wanted. While I preferred to stay with the marijuana and occasionally cocaine, Roy was doing the hard stuff. After a while, I noticed he was not only doing A drug, but several, and drinking.

He never got mean toward me but he did start getting meaner to other people.

Roy was doing acid, cocaine, marijuana and drinking; and that was on the nights he was hitting light. He never got mean toward me but he did start getting meaner to other people. He even started getting dangerous. He would draw that gun on way too many occasions and sometimes with a house full of people. When the group would go out, more than likely, Roy would get into a fight or two. Of course, everyone in the group was at least three sheets to the wind, so we thought it was funny.

When I met Roy, he had a healthy appetite. As time went on, he barely ate. His eyes became sunken and had dark circles. He began to experience some serious medical issues too but wouldn’t do anything about them. This sweet, good-looking man who always called me his wife was becoming a shell of a person and very different from the man I started dating. Well, I was caught up in it too. I did my share of smoking and snorting and did nothing as Roy would down one drug after another. For two years it went on like this. Then Ma started getting in even more types of drugs. The parties continued.