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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.

He began spending more time away from home and even more money on the drugs.

Peter Harvey was at the top of his game.  He was the Senior Marketing Manager at AGT and was being looked at very closely for Vice President of the company.  He and his wife, Lydia had a new beautiful little boy named David.  It wasn’t uncommon at all for David and Lydia to enjoy the occasional party and the retirement of a co-worker was no exception.  It was October, 2006.  David had been to other parties where he had been offered cocaine but before this night, he always refused.  He decided it was harmless enough, one time and that would be it.

The cocaine burned his nose a bit as he inhaled it through a rolled up piece of paper.  Within just a couple of minutes, Peter felt better than he had ever felt in his life.  He felt on top of the world and invincible.  His heart was racing and he suddenly had a million ideas that he could bring up at work.  This was incredible and Peter decided he liked it very much.  Lydia had seen him snort the cocaine and was concerned, but figured it was a one-time thing.  After a couple of weeks, Lydia noticed an unusual withdrawal from the bank.  She asked Peter about it.  He said he had really liked the coke and had bought some on impulse.  This is when Lydia began to become concerned.  Now their hard earned money was being spent on this stuff.

Two weeks later even more money was missing and Lydia confronted Peter about his cocaine addiction.  He became enraged and told her that if he wanted to spend some of his money on recreational drugs, that was his business.  Then Peter began having incredible highs and lows.  He was either on top of the world or severely depressed and agitated.  Lydia could see their world falling apart, but obviously Peter could not.  He began spending more time away from home and even more money on the drugs.  He also had begun drinking heavily.  Lydia felt as though she were having a terrible nightmare.  She was, actually.  She was having a nightmare shared by many loved ones who become addicted to cocaine.  Although it happens all too frequently, it had never happened to them before and Lydia was worried.  Then Peter began missing work and Lydia knew something was wrong.  If he wasn’t careful, he was going to ruin a career it had taken him years to build.

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