Freedom from Addiction
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I vividly remember taking a road trip with my parents when I was 9 years old. We were driving down a busy interstate through the Ozark Mountains. The other cars were whizzing past us and the radio was playing an old rock song that my dad liked. I saw a tunnel ahead that provided a short cut directly though one of the mountains. The tunnel was dark, with bright orange fluorescent lights guiding the cars to the other side. When we entered the tunnel, the radio signal was lost. There was no longer any wind rushing past us. My surroundings quickly became dim. Everything was calm. Everything was quiet.
This is what it was like the first time I used heroin.
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