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Chapter 3

How would you describe someone who has fallen so low there is no hope for recovery? Drugs. Drugs and alcohol. After I realize no amount of girls can satisfy my needs. Satisfy my depression. I met a man named Shane. He would bring me along to clubs or bars where he would pay for my drinks. That was the beginning of my drinking problem. I'll be drinking God knows amount of beers and liquor. And after that, he would bring me to his house where he has like unlimited amount of Jack Daniels in his fridge. He would just pass me a bottle of it, and we will drink like there is no tomorrow. This goes on every night. Bars or clubs, his house, get wasted, and repeat. But that just wasn't enough. I asked Shane "Dude I have to know, where do you make money? You have like too much money for yourself.". He smiled and replied "I'll show you.". He brought me into a private party where they would drink and do coke. I joined them in their high on cocaine roller coaster ride. From there, he hooked me up with all sorts of drugs. E, coke, weed, you name it. I became addicted before I know it. I stumbled way too far from my path, my goal. I started light a joint every 20 minutes. Even in public. Mix it with a bit of tobacco and the smell isn't that obvious. At night, I'll be high on crack. And if there is a party, I'll be high on E. I was too lost to be helped. The saddest part is I don't even want to stop. Not even slowing things down. I just want to keep doing it. Keep getting wasted, getting high. But at one point I realize something that is more addictive than drugs or alcohol. Money. I wanted a way to earn in quick. So I started dealing drugs and earn a fortune from it.

Imagine, being 34, having all the money I could ever imagine, unlimited amount of drugs to sell and for personal use. I was far from save-able. In a day, I would have only a cup of water. Only one freaking cup and I would drink liquor for the rest of the day. I had eye bags the size of my middle finger which I showed to almost everyone that their existence pisses me off. No one would want to mess with me, as I was in the force before so I know my capabilities when it comes to hand to hand combat. On top of that I had guns to back me up. I was a full demon. Feared by many, even my drug dealer friend Shane himself. At times I wonder, how did I went from wanting to be a detective to being a big drug dealer. However, I had no regrets. I was living my life